#sunoo x reader smut

[swiftjay23]

PEDAL-DEEP! -> enhypen maknae line's favourite racer!

THE GHOST’S CREW — NOW ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS! Fast cars. Filthy mouths. Three ruthless underground racers who don’t race for money… they race for you. You’re the undefeated Ghost, legendary street racer, mechanical genius, and the woman who just made the mistake of catching the attention of Jungwon, Sunoo, and Riki. First one to make you scream the loudest gets to breed you on the workbench. Welcome to the crew, baby. Drive safe. They like it when you’re sore.

CONSIDER THIS PART TWO TO 'RENT FREE' STARRING @swfitjay23!

pairing: racers! maknaeline x racer!reader !

warnings: poly relationship strong language possessiveness jealousy mild power imbalance a little toxic honestly fights slight drama between the jungwon and sunoo let's pretend a supra has a backseat pls it's for the plot sunoo sweet pschyo canon jungwon jealous man canon Riki impatient man canon porn with plot

warnings (smut): proceed with caution parental discretion advised bcs they fuck everywhere car sex in the backseat, hood, trunk (as i said everywhere) on the metal workbench punishing intense rough sex gangbang group sex spit roast double penetration breeding kink creampie oral sex (both f and m rec.) cum play messy sex facials tit play nipple play degradation praise mean doms manhandling choking spanking overstimulation squirting edging size kink spit play unprotected sex (dont by silly wrap your willy) anal sex toys vouyerism exhibitionism public sex aftercare brat taming grinding

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THE TIRES SCREAMED AGAINST THE CRACKED ASPHALT LIKE A BANSHEE IN HEAT, the world blurring into streaks of neon and shadow. Wind clawed at the edges of the modified Supra’s frame, pushing 180 mph through the abandoned coastal highway tunnel where the only lights were the flickering overheads and the red glow of taillights ahead.

“Hold on—!” you snarled, yanking the wheel hard left as the rear end threatened to fishtail. The car fought you, loyal but feral, suspension groaning under the insane G-forces. Your opponentM a sleek black Lamborghini, clipped your side mirror in a deliberate nudge, sparks exploding like fireworks in the rearview. Too close, asshole.

You downshifted with a vicious grin, the engine roaring back to life as you slingshotted out of the tunnel’s mouth and into the open night. The Pacific stretched dark and endless to your right, waves crashing against the cliffs below. One wrong twitch and you’d join them. Perfect. The finish line was a flickering set of headlights two miles out, guarded by a crowd of shadows and cash. Underground racing didn’t do checkered flags. It did blood money, broken bones, and reputations carved in burnt rubber.

You were the Ghost. Undefeated. The woman who turned junkyard dreams into monsters that ate supercars for breakfast. Owner of the hidden garage buried under an old shipyard, where the real magic happened. Twin-turbo swaps in the middle of the night, custom ECUs that laughed at factory limits, nitro systems that could make a Prius feel like a demon. The underground scene whispered your name like a curse and a prayer. You modded for kings and crushed them on the same night.

Tonight’s race was supposed to be easy money. Some rich kid with more ego than skill. But the Lambo was no toy. It was fighting dirty, and you loved it. You flicked the nitrous. The world punched forward. Your Supra lunged like it wanted to tear the road in half. The Lambo’s driver panicked, overcorrected, and you slipped past on the inside, kissing his bumper with just enough love to send him spinning toward the guardrail.

Metal screamed. Glass shattered. Cheers erupted from the distant crowd. You crossed the line doing 210, engine howling victory as you slammed the brakes and drifted to a smoky stop. Heart hammering. Blood singing. That was the high no drug could touch.

The crowd surged, warehouse rats, tunnel runners, shady bookies with wads of cash thick enough to choke on. Abandoned highways like this one, old industrial tunnels, flickering warehouse meets where bets started at five figures and ended in broken jaws. This was your kingdom. No sponsors. No rules. Just speed, money, and survival.

You killed the engine and stepped out, black racing suit hugging every curve, hair wild from the helmet you tossed onto the hood. The Ghost didn’t pose for cameras. She collected.

“Pay up,” you called, voice cutting through the chaos. A nervous kid with a duffel bag approached, eyes wide. You took the cash without counting, trust was earned by fear, not receipts.

But the night wasn’t done with you. Three cars rolled up slow from the opposite end of the lot, engines purring like predators who’d already eaten. A matte-black Nissan GT-R, a slammed Porsche 911 with custom widebody aggression, and a wickedly low Mitsubishi Evo that looked like it was built for war. They stopped in a perfect line, headlights pinning you like spotlights on a stage.

The doors opened. First out was the one with the sharp gaze and quiet command, Jungwon. Lean, calculated, the kind of guy who mapped every race three moves ahead. Dark hair, sharper jawline, black jacket slung over his shoulders like he owned the wind itself. Strategic leader. The brain who turned their trio into something unstoppable.

Next, Sunoo. Pretty in a way that could disarm you right before he ruined your life. A sly little smile playing on his lips, golden hair catching the distant lights, moving like he was dancing even when standing still. The pretty-boy driver who could charm a cop out of a ticket or slide through traffic like smoke.

And then Riki, tall, feral, all sharp edges and barely contained chaos. The speed demon. the one who looked like he’d race the devil and win on principle, his dark eyes were locked on you with pure, hungry delight.

The crowd quieted. Everyone knew these three, they didn’t just race, they hunted, no public faces, no socials, just ghosts in their own right, fast cars, dirty money, and a reputation for winning at any cost. They’d cleared half the circuit in the last six months. Now they were here.

Jungwon stepped forward first, hands in his pockets, calm as still water. “Ghost,” he said, voice smooth but edged. “Heard you don’t lose.”

You leaned back against your Supra, arms crossed, cocky smirk already in place. “Heard right. You three here to watch or waste my time?”

Sunoo chuckled, low and sweet, circling your car with appreciative eyes. “Pretty thing like you, running alone? Dangerous. Someone might steal your crown.”

“Try it,” you shot back, eyes gleaming. “I bite harder than I look.”

Riki grinned wide, all teeth, already bouncing on his heels like the engine in his Evo was revving inside his chest. “I like her. Let’s race. Right now. Winner takes the loser’s ride.”

The crowd murmured. High stakes. These boys didn’t play small. Jungwon tilted his head, studying you like a chessboard. “Three against one’s not fair. But you don’t seem like the type who needs fair. Tunnel run. Full circuit. Abandoned stretch past the old docks. First to the warehouse district wins. Loser owes the winner… whatever they want.”

Your pulse kicked up again, that delicious pressure building. Cocky energy rolled off you in waves. “Whatever I want?” You pushed off the car, stepping right into their space, close enough to smell engine oil and adrenaline. “Careful, pretty boys. I might take all three of your cars and leave you walking.”

Sunoo’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Bold. I like bold. But we don’t lose either, Ghost.”

Riki cracked his knuckles. “She talks big. Let’s see if she drives bigger.”

You laughed, sharp and genuine, the sound cutting through the night. “Get in your cars, boys. I’ll give you a head start. Wouldn’t want you crying about a slow warm-up.”

Jungwon’s lips curved, just a fraction. Respect mixed with challenge. “No head start. We race clean.”

Engines fired up around you. The GT-R’s twin turbos spooled with menace. The Porsche’s flat-six screamed. Riki’s Evo growled like a caged animal ready to break free. You slid back into your Supra, fingers wrapping around the wheel like an old lover. The hidden garage waited back home, your sanctuary of half-built beasts and secrets. But right now? This was the real church. Rubber on road. Heart in throat.

The flag dropped. Tires exploded smoke. Four cars launched into the darkness, the night swallowing them whole. Your Supra surged forward, glued to the asphalt, chasing the taillights ahead like prey that didn’t know it was already dead. Jungwon was smart, positioning early, blocking lines. Sunoo was slippery, using every gap like he was born in them. Riki? Pure chaos, diving into corners that should’ve ended him, laughing through the radio static that crackled between racers. You were the Ghost. And ghosts didn’t just win. They haunted. The tunnel loomed again, black mouth open wide. You downshifted, grinning like a devil. “Try to keep up, boys.”

The real race had just begun. Riki’s Evo launched beside you, feral and vicious, its aggressive stance clawing at the asphalt as he tried to muscle you into the wall on the first straight. Jungwon and Sunoo hung back, watching, but this opening heat was yours and the speed demon’s, raw, brutal, no mercy.

You didn’t give him an inch. The abandoned coastal highway twisted ahead like a black serpent, salt wind whipping through the open windows, carrying the metallic tang of burnt rubber and ocean spray. You shifted with surgical brutality, the gear lever slamming home as the Supra surged, pinning you back into the seat. Your thighs clenched around the vibrating bucket, anticipation bubbling in your belly from the thrill of racing three of the most notorious racers.

Riki was good, fucking terrifyingly good. He dove into the first sweeping curve like a predator waiting for this opportunity, apexing so tight his tires screamed in protest, trying to slingshot ahead. But you were the Ghost. You knew every crack in this forsaken road, every deceptive camber, every place where the asphalt buckled just enough to punish the reckless.

You feinted left, forcing him to commit, then cut inside with merciless precision. Your Supra kissed the inside line, suspension compressing hard enough to make your tits bounce against the harness. Riki’s Evo fought for traction, rear stepping out for half a second, enough. You blasted past in a blur of smoke and taillight fury, leaving him choking on your exhaust.

“Eat it, pretty boy,” you growled under your breath, a wicked grin splitting your face.

The tunnel swallowed you both. Darkness absolute, broken only by the strobe of emergency lights and the hellfire glow of your instruments. You flicked the nitrous again, and the car lunged, a violent surge of acceleration that made your heartbeat flutter against your skin from pure adrenaline and mechanical concentration. 200. 215. The Supra felt alive, like it wanted to fuck the road raw and leave it dripping.

Riki tried everything. He rammed your bumper once, twice, desperate and snarling. Metal kissed metal in sparks that lit the tunnel like fireworks. You laughed, loud, sharp, cocky, then braked late into the next chicane, forcing him to swerve wide or die kissing the concrete barrier. He chose life. Barely.

You smoked him by four full car lengths at the warehouse district marker.

You drifted to a smoky, arrogant stop in the middle of the cracked lot, engine ticking hot as it cooled. Stepping out, your racing suit clung to your sweat-slick skin, zipper pulled just low enough to tease the swell of your breasts. Your hair was a wild mess, cheeks flushed, lips parted as you caught your breath. The Ghost, victorious again.

Riki’s Evo screeched in seconds later, slamming to a halt beside you. He killed the engine and exploded out of the car like a storm breaking. He was fuming with rage and something far darker.

Towering, lean-muscled, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead, black tank stretched tight over a chest that rose and fell with barely leashed violence. His eyes, sharp, predatory, burning, locked onto you like he wanted to devour you alive. Jungwon and Sunoo hung back, watching with dark amusement.

Riki stalked forward, boots crunching gravel, until he had you backed against the warm hood of your Supra. His hands slammed down on either side of you, caging you in, close enough that you could smell engine grease, clean sweat, and raw, furious lust rolling off him in waves.

“Fucking bitch,” he hissed, voice low and gravel-rough, lips inches from yours. His gaze dragged down your body like a physical touch, slow, filthy, devouring the way your nipples had hardened against the thin fabric of your suit, the flush creeping down your neck, the way your thighs pressed together just slightly. “You think you can humiliate me like that and just walk away?”

You didn’t flinch. Instead, you tilted your chin up, cocky smirk dripping with venom and invitation. Your hands came up, not to push him away, but to fist the front of his tank, yanking him even closer until your bodies were flush, heat against heat, fury against fury.

“Humiliate?” you purred, voice husky, lips brushing his with every word. “Baby, I destroyed you. Left you choking on my smoke like a desperate little slut. And you loved every second of it, didn’t you? I can see how hard you are right now.”

Riki’s breath hitched, a dangerous growl rumbling in his chest. One of his hands slid down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise, fingers digging in with bruising possession as he pressed his very obvious, very thick erection against your thigh. The friction sent a bolt of pure filthy heat straight to your core. You were soaked, and the way he ground against you made it worse. Better.

His face hovered so close you could taste his anger. Dark eyes bored into yours, eye-fucking you with such raw intensity it felt like he was already buried balls-deep inside you, splitting you open on that cock you could feel throbbing against your leg.

“You’re so fucking cocky,” he breathed, lips ghosting over yours, not quite kissing, just teasing the promise of violence and filthy sex. “Walking around like you own the night. Like no one could bend you over this hood and fuck that attitude right out of you.”

Your pulse hammered. Your cunt clenched around nothing, aching, dripping. You rolled your hips once, deliberately, dragging yourself along the hard line of his dick and watching his jaw clench so tight it looked painful.

“Try it,” you whispered, lips brushing his, breath mingling hot and wet. “I dare you, Riki. Pin me down. Fuck me stupid. See if you can make the Ghost scream for you.”

The almost-kiss was torture, lips barely touching, breaths ragged, both of you trembling with the effort not to close that last millimeter. Furious. Horny beyond reason. The air between you crackled, thick with the promise of hate-fucking so raw it would leave marks for days.

Riki’s fingers tightened on your hip, the other hand sliding up to grip your jaw, thumb pressing hard against your lower lip, parting it like he owned it. “You’re going to regret this,” he snarled softly, eyes black with lust.

You smiled against his thumb, slow and filthy. “Make me.” The night pulsed around you, engines still ticking, crowd watching from a distance, but all that mattered was the brutal, delicious tension threatening to snap and consume you both.

The air between you crackled like live wire in the salt-laced night air, thick enough to choke on. Riki’s body pressed against yours with bruising insistence, his cock a hard, insistent ridge grinding against your thigh, his breath hot and ragged against your mouth, thumb still claiming your lower lip like a brand. For one suspended heartbeat, the filthy promise hung there: the hood of your Supra, your legs spread wide, his hips slamming into you until the only sound louder than your screams was the wet slap of skin and the roar of distant engines.

But you were the Ghost.

With a slow, predatory smile curling your lips, you planted both palms flat against the hard plane of his chest and shoved. The push was deliberate, powerful, born from core strength honed by years of wrestling modified beasts and throwing your weight into every reckless maneuver. Riki staggered back a step, surprise flashing across those sharp, feral features before it melted into something darker, pure, seething hunger laced with frustration.

“Enough foreplay,” you murmured, voice low and velvet-rough, dripping with mockery and invitation. “You want me? Earn it properly next time, pretty boy. I don’t fuck losers who can’t even keep up on the straight.”

You turned away from him with languid arrogance, the zipper of your racing suit still teasingly low, the fabric clinging to the curve of your spine and the generous swell of your ass. The cool night wind kissed your heated skin as you bent slightly to retrieve your helmet from where it rested on the hood. The movement was unhurried, deliberate, arching your back just enough to let the dim warehouse lights paint sinful shadows across your body, knowing full well his eyes were devouring every inch.

The helmet felt cool and familiar in your grip, a talisman of speed and dominance. You tucked it under one arm, running a hand through your tousled hair, letting the strands fall messily around your flushed face. Your thighs still trembled faintly from the adrenaline and the aching emptiness he’d left between them, your cunt slick and throbbing, panties ruined beneath the thin racing suit, but you didn’t falter. Not for a second.

The crowd parted instinctively as you began to walk away, boots crunching over gravel and shattered glass with measured, confident strides. Every step radiated unchallenged power: hips swaying with natural, dangerous grace, shoulders back, chin lifted in quiet supremacy. The distant crash of waves against the cliffs below mingled with the low murmur of engines cooling and the hushed whispers of onlookers who had just witnessed the speed demon get thoroughly humbled, and then denied.

Behind you, Riki remained rooted in place, chest heaving, fists clenched at his sides. You could feel the weight of his stare like a physical caress, dark, scorching, heavy with barely-leashed violence and raw, animalistic lust. It dragged down the length of your body, lingering on the sway of your ass, the way the suit hugged the dip of your waist, the glistening sheen of sweat along your collarbone. His jaw was locked tight, lips parted, breath still coming in short, furious bursts. The bulge in his pants hadn’t subsided; if anything, your rejection had only made him harder, more viciously aroused. He looked like a man who wanted to chase you down, slam you against the nearest wall, and fuck you until your voice broke and your legs gave out. Like he wanted to ruin you and be ruined in return. The fury in his eyes promised retribution, filthy, prolonged, and exquisitely cruel.

You didn’t glance back. Not once. Instead, you tossed a final cocky line over your shoulder, voice carrying clear and taunting through the night. “Keep staring like that and you might just cum in your pants before you even get another shot at me, Riki.”

A low, dangerous chuckle rumbled from his chest, half growl, half laugh, but he didn’t move. Not yet. Jungwon and Sunoo watched from beside their cars, expressions a mix of amusement and sharpened interest, but they stayed silent, letting the moment simmer.

You reached your Supra’s driver side, sliding in with fluid grace. The engine purred to life beneath you once more, a deep, throaty vibration that resonated straight through your still-sensitive core. As you pulled away from the lot in a controlled, smoky drift, the rearview mirror caught one last glimpse: Riki standing exactly where you’d left him, eyes locked on your taillights with the kind of dark, obsessive intensity that promised this was far from over.

The night swallowed you, but the heat of his gaze lingered on your skin like a brand, filthy, promising, and dangerously addictive. The taillights of your Supra faded into the black throat of the night, leaving behind nothing but the low rumble of distant waves and the faint scent of burnt rubber hanging in the air like expensive perfume mixed with sin.

Riki stood frozen for a long second, chest still heaving, cock straining painfully against the front of his pants like it had a personal vendetta against the zipper. Then, with a guttural curse, he dragged both hands through his damp hair, tugging hard at the roots as if the sting could ground him. “Fuck,” he growled, the word raw and dripping with frustration. “That fucking tease. She pushes me off like I’m some amateur and just walks away like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.”

Sunoo leaned against the hood of his Porsche, arms crossed, a sly, amused smirk playing on his pretty lips. His eyes glittered with dark delight as he watched Riki pace like a caged animal. “She does know. Did you see the way she looked at you? Like she wanted you to bend her over right there but decided you hadn’t earned it yet.”

Jungwon stood a few feet away, calm as ever, but his gaze lingered on the empty stretch of road where you’d disappeared. He exhaled slowly, a rare, low chuckle escaping him. “She’s a fucking challenge, beggin for us to break her open,” he said, voice smooth and measured, carrying that quiet authority that made the rest of them listen. “She’s lethal. That body in that suit? The way she moves, like she was built for sin and speed, the way she shoved you… Christ, Riki. You should shoot your shot.”

Riki let out a frustrated laugh, still gripping his hair before dropping his hands. His palms flexed at his sides like he could still feel the heat of your waist under them. “I wanted to fuck her right there on the hood. Pin her down, rip that suit open and bury myself so deep she forgets her own name. She was soaked for it—I could tell. The way her thighs kept pressing together, that little flush on her neck.”

Sunoo’s smirk deepened, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. “Imagine how tight she is. All that attitude and fire? She’d fight you the whole time, clawing your back, cursing you, then moaning like a whore when you hit that spot just right. Bet she gets loud. Wet. Drips down your balls while you’re pounding her senseless, yeah?”

“God, yeah,” Riki groaned, adjusting himself blatantly, no shame left in him. His eyes were still fixed on the road, dark and obsessive. “I wanted to drop to my knees and taste her right there in front of everyone. See if the Ghost tastes as filthy as she talks. Then flip her around, bend her over that Supra, and fuck her until her legs shake and she’s begging me to fill her up. She acts untouchable, but I bet once you get inside her, she milks you like she never wants you to pull out.”

Jungwon’s expression stayed composed, but the heat in his eyes betrayed him. He tilted his head, watching Riki with calculated interest. “She’d be exquisite. Tight, hot, dripping. Strong thighs locking around your waist, back arching, those perfect tits bouncing while you rail her. She’s got stamina too, racing does that. She wouldn’t tap out easy. You’d have to earn every filthy sound she makes.”

Riki exhaled sharply, a predatory grin finally breaking through the frustration. “Next time I catch her, I’m not letting her walk away. I’ll have her spread open, screaming my name while I ruin that pretty pussy. Make her admit she wants it just as bad.”

Sunoo laughed softly, low and wicked. “We all might want a taste by the end of this. But you saw her first, Riki. Go hunt her down. Just make sure when you finally fuck her, you do it right. Make it dirty. Make it hurt so good she comes back for more.”

The three of them stood in the flickering lot, engines still ticking cool, the air thick with the residue of your presence, arrogant, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive. Riki’s jaw tightened with fresh resolve, the fire in his veins burning hotter than any race. This wasn’t over.

The garage smelled of motor oil, ozone from the welding torch, and the faint metallic bite of coolant. Deep in the bowels of the abandoned shipyard, your hidden sanctuary hummed under flickering industrial lights that cast long, dramatic shadows across half-built chassis and gleaming engine blocks. It was well past 2 a.m., the kind of hour where the underground world felt most alive. You were bent over the exposed engine bay of your Supra, back arched, the zipper of your racing suit pulled down to the valley between your breasts because the night was thick and humid, sweat tracing slick paths down your sternum and between your tits.

Tools clinked in your grease-streaked hands as you tightened a stubborn turbo fitting, muscles flexing under the thin fabric that clung like a second skin. The suit gaped open invitingly, revealing the inner swell of your breasts and the flat, toned plane of your stomach. You didn’t hear him at first, too focused, too deep in the mechanical rhythm that always calmed the storm in your blood.

But Riki had found you.

The heavy roll-up door rattled open with a metallic groan. You straightened slowly, wiping your hands on a rag, turning to face the intruder with that signature cocky tilt to your chin. He stood silhouetted in the doorway like a predator who’d finally run down its prey, tall, wired, dark hair messy from the ride over, eyes burning with hours of pent-up fury and raw, unrelenting lust.

“You really thought you could leave me like that?” His voice was low, dangerous, echoing off the concrete walls as he stalked inside. The door slammed shut behind him, sealing the two of you in. “Walking away with that smug little smirk while my dick was so hard it fucking hurt?”

You tossed the rag aside, leaning back against the Supra’s fender, arms crossing under your chest in a way that deliberately pushed your breasts higher, the zipper slipping another dangerous inch. A slow, taunting smile curved your lips. “Poor baby. Couldn’t handle getting smoked and then denied? Go cry about it somewhere else, Riki. I’m busy.”

He was on you in three strides.

The confrontation ignited like spilled fuel meeting flame. Riki’s hand shot out, fingers tangling brutally in your hair as he yanked your head back, exposing the elegant line of your throat. His mouth crashed against yours in a violent, devouring kiss, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, no tenderness, only raw hunger. You bit his lower lip hard enough to draw a growl from deep in his chest, then kissed him back just as viciously, hands fisting his shirt and dragging him closer.

“Cocky little bitch,” he snarled against your mouth, biting your lip in retaliation before sucking on it. His free hand shoved the zipper the rest of the way down, exposing your bare skin to the cool garage air. He palmed one breast roughly, thumb flicking over your already-hard nipple, pinching until you gasped into the kiss.

You shoved him back just enough to breathe, eyes blazing. “Then do something about it, speed demon. Or are you only good at talking shit?”

That snapped the last thread of restraint. Riki spun you around and bent you over the hood for a moment, grinding his massive erection against your ass while his hand snaked around to squeeze your throat, not cutting off air completely, but enough to make your pulse thunder under his fingers. “You’re mine tonight,” he growled, lips brushing your ear. “Gonna fuck that attitude right out of this pretty cunt.”

He hauled you upright, kissing you again, filthy, wet, spit-slick, before dragging you toward the Supra’s rear door. The backseat was spacious, leather pristine and waiting. He shoved you inside first, following immediately, the door slamming shut and trapping you both in the intimate, gasoline-scented confines of your own car.

Clothes were torn off in a frenzy. Your suit was peeled down your body like shedding skin, his shirt ripped over his head to reveal a lean, sculpted torso marked with faint scars from past wrecks. You barely had time to admire it before he was on you again, pushing you onto your back across the backseat, one knee forcing your thighs apart.

Riki’s hand returned to your throat, squeezing with perfect pressure as he leaned down and spit directly into your open mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered, voice gravel-rough. You did, eyes locked on his, defiant even as heat flooded your core and your pussy clenched with shameful need.

He grinned, feral and beautiful. “Good girl. My new fuckhole.”

His fingers found you soaked, embarrassingly, shamefully drenched. Two thick digits shoved inside without warning, curling cruelly against that spongy spot that made your back arch off the leather. You moaned, loud and unfiltered, hips bucking into his hand. He finger-fucked you mercilessly, thumb grinding against your swollen clit while his other hand kept your throat pinned.

“Look at you,” he taunted, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “So fucking wet for the guy you humiliated. This greedy little cunt is dripping all over my fingers.”

You reached up, nails raking down his chest hard enough to leave red trails. “Then fuck me already, you bastard. Or I’ll find someone who can.”

Riki’s eyes flashed with pure animalistic rage and lust. He withdrew his fingers, shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock, long, thick, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. He stroked himself once, twice, then hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he lined up and thrust into the hilt in one brutal stroke.

The stretch burned deliciously. You cried out, walls fluttering around the sudden invasion as he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against you. He didn’t give you time to adjust, pulling back and slamming in again, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked the entire car on its suspension.

“Fuck— so tight,” he groaned, hips snapping forward with savage force. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him filled the confined space. He reached up, yanked the sun visor down, flipping open the mirror so it angled perfectly. “Watch. Watch yourself get ruined, Ghost.”

You turned your head. The sight was obscene: your face flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with pleasure; your tits bouncing with every violent thrust; Riki’s powerful body driving into you, muscles flexing, sweat gleaming. His hand returned to your throat, choking you lightly as he fucked you deeper, harder.

“Little bitch,” he panted, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust. “Acting untouchable. Now you’re just my fuckhole. Taking this cock like you were made for it.”

Your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. One hand braced against the roof, the other clawing at his back. He leaned down, biting your neck, sucking marks into your skin while his hips rolled relentlessly. The angle hit everything, deep, brutal, perfect. Your orgasm crashed over you without warning, pussy spasming around him so hard your vision whited out. You screamed his name, thighs shaking.

Riki didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, then flipped you onto your knees, face pressed against the cool leather, ass up. He re-entered you from behind, one hand fisting your hair, yanking your head back so you could still see yourself in the mirror, mascara smudged, lips parted in a constant moan, tits swaying as he railed you.

He spit into your mouth again when you turned your head, making you swallow while he pounded you senseless. “Again. Cum on my cock again, you filthy slut.”

You did, shuddering, gushing around him, the leather beneath you slick with your release. Riki’s pace grew erratic, thrusts losing rhythm as he chased his own end. His grip on your hips turned bruising.

“Gonna fill this pussy up,” he growled. “Mark my new fuckhole.”

With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your insides, pulse after pulse until it was too much. When he finally pulled out, a messy creampie leaked from your wrecked hole, dripping in thick white strands onto the black leather seats.

You collapsed, chest heaving, body trembling with aftershocks. Riki leaned over you, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your shoulder before the feral edge returned.

He whispered against your ear, voice dark and possessive, “This isn’t over. Not even close.” The Supra’s windows were fogged. The garage was silent except for your ragged breathing.

Outside, the night waited, full of more races, more tension, more delicious destruction.

The next night found the trio back at their usual haunt, a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts where the air hung heavy with cigarette smoke, cheap whiskey, and the low thrum of bass from hidden speakers. Riki couldn’t sit still. He paced the concrete floor like a man possessed, energy crackling off him in waves, a fresh bruise on his neck peeking from beneath his collar like a trophy.

“You should’ve seen her,” he said, voice rough with lingering hunger. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes dark and distant, replaying every filthy second. “She was so fucking tempting, so fucking hot.”

Jungwon leaned back against a stack of tires, one eyebrow raised, a slow, intrigued smile tugging at his lips. “Damn. Sounds like the Ghost finally met her match.”

Riki let out a low, satisfied laugh. “Match? Nah. I broke her. She was soaked before I even got inside her. Fought me the whole time but her pussy was gripping me like it never wanted me to leave. I’m telling you, that woman is addictive. Dangerous. Best fuck I’ve ever had.”

Sunoo sat on the hood of his car, legs dangling, pretty face deceptively calm. But beneath the surface, something shifted. He listened to every graphic detail, every filthy recounting, and felt a slow, insidious heat curl low in his stomach. At first it was mere curiosity, the way Riki, usually so feral and quick to move on, couldn’t shut up about her. But the more Riki talked, the more Sunoo found himself studying the mental image: your arched back, the cocky smirk even while getting railed, the way you must’ve taken control even when pinned down.

Interesting, Sunoo thought, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. She’s under his skin. Maybe I need to see what all the hype is about.

From that moment, Sunoo began watching you differently. Whenever your name came up in underground circles, or when your Supra tore through a tunnel run, his eyes narrowed with calculated interest. He catalogued your movements from afar, the confident sway of your hips when you walked away from a win, the precise way your hands worked under a hood, the sharp intelligence behind every taunting word. You weren’t just another racer. You were a puzzle wrapped in sin, and Sunoo had always loved solving things the hard way.

Two nights later, he showed up at your garage unannounced.

The roll-up door was partially open, golden light spilling out into the shipyard darkness. Sunoo killed the engine of his matte Porsche and stepped out, dressed in a loose black shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the sharp line of his collarbones, sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms. He moved with that signature graceful slyness, like a fox slipping into a henhouse.

You were inside again, this time crouched beside a workbench, tools spread out like surgical instruments. You were wearing a simple tank top and had thrown on a pair of pants that didn’t mind getting dirty with grease, the fabric clinging to your sweat-damp skin. Sunoo let his gaze linger openly, appreciative, unhurried, drinking in the sight.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice smooth as silk and twice as deceptive. “The infamous Ghost in her natural habitat. Mind if I interrupt your little mechanical worship?”

You straightened, wiping grease from your hands, eyes narrowing with immediate suspicion and a spark of amusement. “Sunoo. To what do I owe the displeasure? Come to beg for racing tips after your boy got his ass handed to him?”

He chuckled softly, stepping deeper into the garage, circling you slowly like he was appraising a prized engine. “Actually, I need some mods. My Porsche has been… misbehaving. Needs a firmer hand. Someone who knows how to make it scream just right.” His eyes dropped deliberately to the exposed curve of your breasts, then back up to your face, the implication dripping like honeyed venom.

You crossed your arms, pushing your chest up further, meeting his gaze with pure cocky defiance. “Flirting already? Riki must’ve run his mouth. What’d he tell you, that I’m an easy conquest now?”

Sunoo stopped in front of you, close enough that you caught the clean scent of his cologne mixed with engine oil. He tilted his head, studying you with those sharp, pretty eyes that seemed to peel back layers. “Oh, he hasn’t shut up about you. Every detail. How tight you are. How you moaned his name while he fucked you stupid in your own backseat. How you took his cum like you were starving for it.” 

He reached out, bold as brass, and lightly traced a finger along the edge of the hem of your tank, not quite touching skin but close enough to make the air between you crackle. “I have to admit… I’m intrigued. You don’t seem like the type to let anyone ruin you. Yet here Riki is, walking around like he conquered the unconquerable. Makes a man wonder what it would take to make you fall apart for him too.”

Your pulse quickened despite yourself. Sunoo’s approach was completely different from Riki’s feral onslaught, this was psychological, teasing, a slow seduction wrapped in mind games. He was peeling you open with words, watching every micro-expression, every shift in your breathing.

“Careful,” you warned, voice low and dangerous, stepping closer until your bodies nearly brushed. “You might bite off more than you can chew, pretty boy.”

Sunoo’s lips curved into a wicked, angelic smile. “I’m counting on it. I like things that fight back. Makes the eventual surrender so much sweeter.” His voice dropped to a velvet murmur. “Tell me, Ghost… when he had you bent over, choking on his cock with your own reflection staring back at you, did you think about the rest of us watching? Wondering how we’d feel stretching this legendary..?” he ghosted his finger tip over the waistband of your pants.

He let the silence stretch, eyes locked on yours, the tension thickening like smoke. Then he pulled back slightly, all business again, though the heat in his gaze remained.

“So. About those mods. I’ll pay whatever you want. Cash. Favors.” His smirk deepened. “Or we could work out a more… creative arrangement. I’m very good at negotiating.”

You felt the pull, that dangerous, addictive magnetism. Sunoo wasn’t rushing in like Riki. He was circling, probing, planting seeds. And damn if it wasn’t working. The garage suddenly felt smaller, hotter, charged with a new kind of filthy promise.

This trio was becoming far more than just competition on the road.  And Sunoo had every intention of getting under your skin, and eventually, deep inside you, to see exactly what made the Ghost unravel.

The garage was quiet, save for the low metallic ticking of cooling engines and the distant murmur of the sea beyond the shipyard. You were alone, dressed down after a long night of work, tiny black athletic shorts that barely covered the curve of your ass, and an oversized, worn-out tee that hung off one shoulder, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the fact you weren’t wearing a bra. Your nipples pressed against the cotton, sensitive from the cool night air drifting through the half-open roll-up door. Grease streaked your thighs and forearms as you tinkered with a half-finished chassis perched on jack stands in the center of the space, a sleek, bare-boned beast waiting for its soul.

You were bent over the hood when the door rattled open without warning.

Sunoo slipped inside like he belonged there, dressed in a black button-up half-undone and dark pants that hugged his lean frame. His hair fell softly over his forehead, and that angelic, dangerous smile was already curving his lips as he took in the sight of you, bare legs, messy hair, the way the oversized tee rode up to expose the underside of your ass when you straightened.

“Jesus, Ghost,” he drawled, voice silky and amused. “Did I catch you at a bad time? Or is this how you always greet your favorite customer?”

You wiped your hands on the rag, shooting him an irritated glare. “Sunoo. Ever heard of knocking? Or calling? It’s four in the fucking morning. I’m not in the mood for your mind games tonight.”

He ignored the warning, strolling closer with that infuriating grace, eyes dragging slowly over your bare thighs, the hard points of your nipples visible through the thin shirt, the way your shorts clung to your hips. “You look… edible. All soft and rumpled. Makes a man forget why he came here in the first place.”

You rolled your eyes and turned back to the car, deliberately bending deeper over the hood just to test him. “If you’re here for mods, talk price and leave. If you’re here to run your mouth about how Riki can’t stop bragging, save it. I’m busy.”

Sunoo chuckled softly and closed the distance. Instead of touching you, he leaned against the half-finished car right beside you, close enough that his warmth bled into your side. “Busy looking fuckable enough to distract a saint. You always this mouthy when you’re barely dressed?”

The annoyance built slowly, deliciously. He kept talking, teasing, poking, complimenting in the most backhanded, psychological way possible. Every time you snapped at him, he’d smile wider, stepping just a little closer, brushing “accidentally” against your arm, your hip, the side of your breast when you reached for a tool.

An hour passed like that. Banter growing sharper. Tension thickening. Eventually, he had you backed against the hood of the unfinished car, your ass pressed to the cool metal. The garage lights cast a low, golden glow over your skin.

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” he murmured, finally placing his hands on either side of you, caging you without quite touching. “Pretending you don’t feel it. But I see the way your thighs press together every time I mention racing you. Every time I talk about pinning you down like Riki did.”

Your breath hitched despite yourself. Sunoo noticed, of course he did.

He stepped between your legs, hands finally sliding onto your thighs, thumbs stroking maddeningly slow circles along the sensitive inner skin. “Tell me, baby… does your pretty cunt get wet when you race against us? When you know three dangerous men are hunting you on the road?”

You tried to push him away, but there was no real force behind it. He caught your wrists gently, pinning them to the hood above your head with one hand while the other traced higher, slipping under the hem of your shorts.

“Answer me,” he whispered against your ear, lips brushing the shell. “Be honest, or I’ll stop.”

“…Yes,” you finally hissed, cheeks burning. “It makes me wet. Happy?”

Sunoo’s smile turned wickedly sweet. “Good girl.”

The seduction unraveled slowly, torturously. For hours. He stripped you of the tee with reverent fingers, exposing your tits to the cool air, then spent what felt like forever worshipping them, sucking, biting, licking, while his thigh pressed firmly between your legs. You rode his thigh like a desperate slut, grinding your soaked pussy against the hard muscle through your shorts, leaving a dark wet patch on his pants. Every time you got close, he pulled back, laughing softly at your frustrated growl.

“Uh-uh. Not yet. I want you dripping. Begging. Confessing.”

He peeled your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely bare on the hood of the half-finished car. The metal was cold against your overheated skin. Sunoo dropped to his knees, pretty face inches from your glistening cunt, and simply breathed on it. Teased. Edged you with nothing but words and feather-light touches for what felt like eternity.

“Look at this greedy little pussy,” he cooed, voice dripping with pretty degradation. “Soaking for a man who hasn’t even fucked you yet. Riki really wasn’t exaggerating. You’re pathetic for it, aren’t you? The big bad Ghost, reduced to humping my thigh and dripping all over my tongue like a needy whore.”

When he finally gave in, it was devastating.

His tongue, hot, skilled, relentless, devoured you. Long, slow licks followed by vicious sucks on your clit. Two elegant fingers curled deep inside you, stroking that perfect spot while he edged you mercilessly, bringing you right to the brink again and again before pulling away to kiss your trembling thighs and whisper filth.

“Say it again. Tell me how racing us makes this slutty cunt throb.”

“I get so fucking wet,” you gasped, hips bucking against his face, hands fisted in his soft hair. “Every time… every time I see your cars, I get soaked. I hate it. I fucking love it—”

Sunoo moaned against your pussy, the vibration sending you spiraling. “That’s my girl. So honest when you’re desperate.”

He finally let you cum, fingers pumping faster, tongue flicking perfectly over your swollen clit while he looked up at you with those sharp, angelic eyes. The orgasm tore through you like a nitrous blast, violent and shattering. Your back arched off the hood, thighs clamping around his head as you gushed on his tongue and fingers, moaning brokenly, vision whiting out.

He worked you through every pulse, licking up every drop like it was ambrosia, murmuring pretty degradations between licks. “Such a messy little cumslut. Look at you creaming all over my face. So fucking beautiful when you fall apart.”

When the last aftershock faded, he rose to his feet, lips shiny with your release. He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, then stepped back with a satisfied, almost cruel little smile.

You reached for him, aching for his cock, for more, but he caught your wrist and gently pinned it back down. “Not tonight, Ghost,” he whispered, voice velvet-soft and devastating. “I want you desperate. Next time I come back, you’re going to beg me to fuck you properly.”

He straightened his clothes, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave you one last long, appreciative look, naked, trembling, cum-smeared on the hood of your own car in the dead of the night. “Sweet dreams, baby.” Then he was gone, leaving the garage door rattling shut behind him. You stayed there, legs spread, chest heaving, pussy still fluttering and aching for something he deliberately denied you. The pretty bastard. And the worst part? You already knew you’d be waiting for his next visit.

The safehouse they shared, a converted warehouse loft overlooking the old docks, was dark with bits of unfiltered light and the low hum of the city bleeding through the reinforced windows. It was nearly dawn when the lock clicked. Sunoo stepped inside, still carrying the scent of your garage on his skin: motor oil, sex, and the faint sweetness of your release. His lips were still slightly swollen, hair tousled from your fingers, and the taste of you lingered on his tongue like the finest sin.

Jungwon was waiting. The moment Sunoo closed the door, Jungwon moved like a shadow unleashed. He slammed Sunoo back against the concrete wall with surprising force, one hand fisting the front of his half-open shirt, collar gripped tight enough to wrinkle the fabric. Their faces were inches apart. Jungwon’s eyes burned, dark, stormy, barely contained, his usually calm, strategic mask completely shattered.

“Did you fuck her?” Jungwon growled, voice low and dangerous, breath hot against Sunoo’s cheek. His other fist was clenched at his side, knuckles white. “Answer me, Sunoo. Did you fuck Y/N tonight?”

Sunoo didn’t flinch. Instead, a slow, wicked smirk spread across his pretty face, eyes sparkling with satisfaction and mischief. He tilted his head slightly, even while pinned, utterly unbothered by the aggression.

“Oh, I didn’t fuck her,” he purred, voice velvet-soft and dripping with filthy delight. “Not yet. But I made her fall apart so beautifully, Won. Had her spread open on the hood of that half-finished car at 4 a.m., wearing nothing but those tiny shorts and that pathetic little tee. God… Riki wasn’t kidding. She is so fucking fine.”

Sunoo’s tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, savoring the memory.

“Her pussy was dripping before I even touched it properly. Soaking my thigh while she rode it like a desperate little slut, whimpering every time I mentioned racing us. I ate her out for hours, edged that greedy cunt until she was begging, shaking, confessing how wet she gets just thinking about us on the road. Then I finally let her cum on my tongue and fingers. She gushed, Won. Screamed. Looked so fucking perfect when she broke.”

Jungwon’s breathing grew ragged. His eyes flickered wildly, from Sunoo’s swollen lips, to the faint red marks on his neck, down to the unmistakable scent still clinging to him. His grip on Sunoo’s collar tightened, jaw locked so hard it looked painful. A storm of jealousy, lust, and frustration rolled across his sharp features.

Then, bang. Jungwon’s fist slammed into the wall right beside Sunoo’s head, hard enough to crack the surface and send a small shower of dust drifting down. He was panting now, chest heaving, strands of dark hair falling messily into his eyes. The composed leader was gone. In his place was a man unraveling at the seams, burning alive with possessive need.

Sunoo only smirked wider, utterly unfazed. He leaned forward as much as the grip on his collar allowed, lips brushing the shell of Jungwon’s ear, voice dropping into a low, teasing whisper.

“You know, Won… you can have her too,” he murmured, sweet and poisonous. “I know you want her. Badly. No need to be so jealous that Riki and I got to taste her first. She’s addictive, isn’t she? That cocky mouth. That perfect body. The way she fights and then melts when you hit the right spot…”

He let the words hang, watching the way Jungwon’s pupils blew wide, the way his breath hitched.

Sunoo’s hand came up slowly, fingers lightly tracing the tense line of Jungwon’s clenched jaw. “She’d look so good under you. Or between us. Imagine bending her over together… making her admit she belongs to all three of us now.”

Jungwon didn’t pull away. His forehead dropped against Sunoo’s shoulder, breaths mingling in the charged silence. The air between them was thick with violence, envy, and something darker,  shared hunger.

“Next time,” Jungwon finally rasped, voice rough as gravel, “you don’t go alone.”

Sunoo’s soft laugh echoed in the loft, low and victorious. “That’s my man.” The night had already claimed you in pieces. And the trio was only growing more ravenous.

The garage felt too quiet after Sunoo left you wrecked on that hood.

You sat there for a long time afterward, legs still spread, cum-slick thighs trembling, chest heaving as you stared at the ceiling and tried to piece together what the hell was happening to you.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

Riki had claimed you like a beast, brutal, raw, no mercy. He’d fucked you stupid in your own backseat, choked you, spat in your mouth, turned you into his personal fuckhole while you watched yourself shatter in the mirror. And you’d loved it. The violence. The filth. The way he made your body sing with hate and pleasure so intertwined you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

Then Sunoo. God, Sunoo. That pretty, psychological menace had spent hours edging you into madness with nothing but his voice, his thigh, his wicked tongue and elegant fingers. He’d made you confess how wet racing against them made you, how your pussy throbbed at the mere thought of their cars in your rearview. He’d degraded you so sweetly it felt like worship, then left you dripping and desperate, aching for a cock he deliberately denied you.

And now Jungwon, the calm, strategic one, was clearly unraveling too. You could feel it in the air, in the way the trio watched you during meets. Three dangerous, beautiful men circling you like wolves who’d tasted blood and wanted the whole feast.

Part of you was furious at how easily they were getting under your skin. You were supposed to be the one in control. The one who left them choking on your exhaust and their own lust. Yet here you were, touching the fresh marks on your neck, your thighs still sore, your clit still sensitive, wondering when the leader would finally snap and take his turn.

You hated how much you craved it. You needed it. The thought made you wet again even now, hours later. Three men. Three completely different kinds of ruin. And you, the Ghost, were starting to wonder if you’d finally met your match, not on the road, but in the delicious, filthy chaos they brought into your nights.

Two nights later, Jungwon found you alone at a smaller underground meet near the old industrial tunnels. He approached while you were leaning against your Supra, arms crossed, watching the lesser races with bored detachment. No Riki. No Sunoo. Just him, sharp jaw, darker-than-usual eyes, black jacket slung over his shoulders like armor. He moved with that quiet command that made people instinctively clear a path.

“Y/N,” he said, voice low and steady, but you caught the undercurrent of something sharper. “Race me. Tonight. Just you and me. No audience. No backup. Full circuit, the long tunnel route past the cliffs. Winner takes whatever they want from the loser.”

You raised an eyebrow, a cocky smirk tugging at your lips. “Bold. Your boys know you’re sneaking off to play with me alone?”

Jungwon’s gaze darkened. “They don’t need to know everything.”

The challenge hung between you, thick and electric. You accepted. The meeting point was a forgotten stretch of coastal highway at the edge of the cliffs, far from the usual crowds. Moonlight painted the asphalt silver, waves crashing violently below. Only two cars: your Supra and his matte-black GT-R, engines purring like predators sizing each other up.

You stepped out, wearing your racing suit zipped low again, hair loose and wild. Jungwon was already waiting. The moment you closed your door, he moved. No warning. He closed the distance in three strides, one hand gripping the back of your neck, the other sliding possessively around your waist as he yanked you against him. His mouth crashed into yours, deep, demanding, hungry. Not the chaotic violence of Riki or the teasing seduction of Sunoo. This was controlled fire. Jungwon kissed like he was staking a claim, tongue sliding against yours with deliberate dominance, teeth grazing your lip hard enough to sting. You tasted frustration. Jealousy. Weeks of watching his friends touch you before he could.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers fisting his shirt, biting his tongue when he tried to take full control. A low growl rumbled in his chest. When he finally pulled back, just enough to speak, his forehead rested against yours, breath ragged. His hand stayed locked on the back of your neck, thumb stroking your pulse point.

“It’s my turn now,” he whispered against your swollen lips, voice rough and dark. “You’ve had them. Riki fucked you raw in your own car. Sunoo made you cum on his tongue like a desperate little slut. But tonight? You’re mine. All mine. I don’t like sharing what I want, Ghost. And I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you smoke that idiot in the tunnel.”

His grip tightened, possessive, almost bruising. Those sharp eyes bored into yours, burning with barely-leashed intensity. “I’m not them. I’m not going to rush in and ruin you in five minutes. I’m going to take my time breaking you apart. Slowly. Thoroughly. Until the only name you remember is mine. Until this cocky, untouchable Ghost admits she’s dripping for the man who actually knows how to own her.”

You laughed breathlessly, defiant even as heat flooded your core and your thighs clenched. “Big words, Jungwon. Think you can back them up? Or are you just pissed your boys got to taste me first?”

His lips brushed yours again, slower this time, filthy and promising. “Race me. Beat me if you can. But when I win… I’m dragging you somewhere private and fucking you until you can’t walk straight. No sharing. No mercy. Just you, me, and hours of making up for lost time.”

The air between you crackled, thick with tension and raw, mutual hunger. Engines idled. The sea roared below. The night waited. Jungwon stepped back reluctantly, but not before stealing one last bruising kiss, biting your lower lip hard enough to leave a mark.

“Get in your car, baby,” he murmured, eyes black with promise. “Let’s see if the Ghost can handle what happens when the leader finally stops watching from the sidelines.” You slid back into the Supra, heart hammering, already aching with fresh, traitorous need. This wasn’t just a race anymore. It was foreplay. And Jungwon looked ready to win everything.

The race was brutal, beautiful, and completely rigged from the start.

Jungwon drove like a demon with a plan. He pushed you hard through the twisting coastal tunnels, his GT-R a black shadow in your mirrors, kissing your bumper on the straights and forcing aggressive lines through the corners. But at the final chicane before the cliffs, the one that decided everything, he hesitated just a fraction. A perfectly calculated mistake. You sliced through the gap like a blade, your Supra howling victory as you crossed the invisible finish line two car lengths ahead.

You killed the engine and stepped out into the moonlight, chest heaving, a savage, cocky grin splitting your face. The sea wind whipped your hair as you slammed the door and spread your arms wide.

“Looks like the great leader just got smoked,” you called out, voice dripping with arrogance. “What happened, Jungwon? All that big talk and you couldn’t even keep up? Pathetic.”

He climbed out of the GT-R slowly, eyes locked on you with terrifying intensity. On the surface, he was calm. But you could see it, the possessive jealousy simmering beneath that composed mask, boiling hotter with every cocky word out of your mouth. Riki had fucked you first. Sunoo had tasted you second. And now here you were, strutting like you’d conquered him too.

Perfect. He wanted you exactly like this, riding high on victory, mouthy, untouchable. Because when he finally broke you, the fall would be devastating. Before you could taunt him again, Jungwon crossed the distance in a blur. His hand clamped around your wrist like a vice and he yanked you toward his car, ignoring your sharp protest.

“Get in.”

“Jungwon—”

“I said get the fuck in.” He didn’t take you back to the garage. He drove in dark, furious silence to an abandoned underground parking structure deep in the industrial district, a concrete tomb of flickering fluorescent lights and echoing emptiness. The moment the GT-R rolled to a stop in the deepest level, he killed the engine, dragged you out by the waist, and slammed you against the trunk of his car.

His mouth crashed into yours with weeks of pent-up jealousy and hunger. The kiss was punishing, teeth and tongue and pure ownership. He bit your lip hard enough to draw a gasp, then soothed it with his tongue before devouring you again. “You think winning that race means shit?” he growled against your mouth, hands already ripping the zipper of your racing suit down to your navel. “I let you win, baby. I wanted you cocky. I wanted you dripping with that arrogant attitude when I finally ruin you.”

He shoved the suit off your shoulders, letting it pool at your waist, exposing your bare breasts to the cold underground air. His hands were everywhere, mauling your tits, pinching your nipples until you arched into him, then sliding down to shove the rest of the suit off your legs along with your panties in one aggressive motion.

You were naked in seconds. He was still fully dressed.

Jungwon spun you around and bent you over the trunk of his GT-R, your tits pressed against the cool, glossy black paint. He kicked your legs apart, one hand fisting your hair to yank your head back while the other freed his cock, thick, hard, and already leaking.

“You belong to us now,” he snarled, rubbing the fat head of his cock along your soaked slit. “Not just Riki. Not just Sunoo. All three of us. Say it.”

When you only moaned defiantly, he slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was devastating. You cried out, walls fluttering wildly around his girth as he bottomed out against your cervix. “Fuck— Jungwon—”

“Say it,” he repeated, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm that made the car rock beneath you. His hips snapped against your ass with wet, obscene slaps that echoed through the empty garage. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to while I breed it.”

He fucked you like he was punishing you for every second he’d had to wait. Manhandling you with terrifying strength, yanking your hips back to meet every thrust, slapping your ass hard enough to leave marks, fisting your hair so you stayed arched perfectly for him.

“Yours— fuck, it’s yours— all three of you—” you gasped, the words torn from your throat as he railed you senseless.

“That’s right,” he growled, leaning over you, chest pressed to your back, teeth sinking into your shoulder. “My cocky little Ghost. Gonna fill this pussy until you’re leaking my cum on every starting line. Every time you slide into that Supra, you’ll feel me dripping out of you. Breeding you so deep you’ll be carrying my mark for days.”

His pace grew feral. Words poured out of him in a torrent of filthy promises between brutal thrusts. “Gonna pump you so full tonight you’ll be swollen with it. Riki and Sunoo can have their turns later, but right now this cunt is mine to ruin.”

He pulled out suddenly, spun you around, and lifted you onto the trunk like you weighed nothing. Your back hit the cool metal as he hooked your legs over his elbows, folding you in half and driving back inside with a guttural groan. The new angle let him hit impossibly deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every savage stroke.

You came hard the first time, screaming, nails raking down his back through his shirt, pussy gushing around him as your walls milked his cock. Jungwon didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, then kept going, chasing a second orgasm from your overstimulated body while his own release built. “Look at me,” he demanded, one hand wrapping around your throat. His eyes were wild, hair falling into them, sweat glistening on his sharp features. “Tell me again. Who do you belong to?”

“All of you,” you sobbed, voice breaking as another orgasm ripped through you. “Riki— Sunoo— fuck— Jungwon— I belong to all three of you—”

“Good girl.” With a deep, animalistic groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy, pulse after pulse as he ground deep, making sure it took. He stayed inside you, breathing hard, until the last drop was spent. Then he pulled out, watched his cum leak from your wrecked hole for a moment… and flipped you over again. The second round was even rougher.

He fucked you on the trunk until your legs shook uncontrollably, filling you with a second creampie that pushed the first one out in messy white rivulets down your thighs and onto the glossy paint of his car.  By the end, you were a trembling, cock-drunk mess, covered in sweat, cum leaking steadily from your abused pussy, voice hoarse from screaming his name. Jungwon finally pulled you against his chest, still buried deep inside you, pressing soft, possessive kisses along your marked neck while his hand gently stroked your stomach.

“Mine,” he whispered, the word heavy with dark satisfaction. “Ours.” The underground garage was silent except for your ragged breathing and the distant drip of cum onto concrete. And the undefeated Ghost had never felt more thoroughly, beautifully claimed.

The underground parking garage was still echoing with the ghost of your screams when Jungwon finally let you go. He had dressed you himself with surprising gentleness, sliding the racing suit back up your trembling body, zipping it slowly as if sealing his claim. His cum was still leaking down your thighs, soaking into the fabric, a warm, filthy reminder with every small movement. You were wrecked: legs shaky, voice hoarse, throat marked with his bites, hips and ass bruised from his brutal grip. Yet when he pulled you against his chest for one last kiss, it was slower, deeper, almost reverent.

He drove you back to your hidden garage in silence, one hand possessively resting on your thigh the entire way, thumb stroking the fresh marks he’d left. When you arrived, he killed the engine and turned to you, eyes dark and unreadable. “Get some rest, baby,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. “You’re going to need it.” Then he was gone, leaving you standing in the cool night air, body aching in the most exquisite way.

The next day dragged in a haze of delicious pain.

You woke up in your loft above the garage well past noon, every muscle protesting as you shifted. Your pussy was sore, swollen, tender, still faintly leaking Jungwon’s cum even after a long shower. Bruises bloomed across your hips like fingerprints, bite marks decorated your breasts and inner thighs, and your throat felt raw from how many times you’d screamed for him. Walking hurt. Sitting hurt. Even the brush of soft fabric against your skin sent little sparks of overstimulation through your core.

You felt used. Thoroughly, perfectly ruined. And you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Lying on your bed in nothing but an oversized shirt, you stared at the ceiling, replaying every filthy second. Riki in the backseat. Sunoo teasing you, torturous tongue on the hood. Jungwon’s jealousy in that empty garage, the way he’d folded you in half and pumped you full again and again while making you admit you belonged to all three of them.

Three of them. The thought should’ve pissed you off. You didn’t belong to anyone. Yet your body betrayed you, a fresh wave of heat pooling between your sore thighs at the memory. You were getting addicted. To their different brands of dominance. To the way they looked at you like prey they wanted to devour slowly. To the dangerous thrill of wondering what they’d do to you next.

By late afternoon, your phone started blowing up. Texts from various underground contacts flooded in, race offers, challenges, high-stakes tunnel runs. You declined every single one.

Not tonight. Body’s fucked.

You typed the same message over and over, a little smirk on your lips despite the ache. Some sent concerned replies, others tried to tempt you with bigger purses. You ignored them all. For the first time in years, the Ghost was sitting out. Not because you were scared, but because you were smart. Your body needed recovery if you were going to survive whatever storm the trio was brewing.

You spent the rest of the day in the garage anyway, moving slowly. Cleaning tools. Tuning the Supra with careful, deliberate hands. Every bend, every stretch reminded you of how hard Jungwon had manhandled you. How deep he’d fucked you. How he’d growled about claiming you until you were dripping.

By nightfall, the anticipation had become its own kind of drug. You showered again, letting hot water soothe your sore muscles, then dressed simply, black shorts that hugged your ass and a loose tank top that did nothing to hide the marks on your neck and chest. You left your hair down, wild and messy. No racing suit tonight. You weren’t racing.

You were waiting. Pacing the garage slowly, you felt the nervous-excited energy crackling under your skin. Part of you, the strong part, wanted to greet them with your usual arrogance, to act like last night hadn’t shaken you. Another part, quieter and darker, wondered what it would feel like if all three of them came for you at once. If they stopped playing these separate games and finally shared their new favorite toy.

You touched the bruise on your hip, pressing until it stung. Let them come. The roll-up door was half-open, warm light spilling out into the shipyard darkness like an invitation. Engines rumbled faintly in the distance, or maybe it was just your imagination. Either way, the night felt heavy. Charged. Like the calm before something beautifully filthy broke.

You leaned against your Supra, arms crossed under your chest, a slow, dangerous smile curving your lips despite the lingering soreness between your legs.

The garage smelled like oil, metal, and the faint trace of your own anticipation when the three of them arrived together.

You were leaning against the workbench in the center of the space. The bruises from Jungwon still decorated your skin like dark medals, fingerprints on your hips, bite marks on your inner thighs, faint hickeys along your collarbone. Every shift of your body reminded you how sore you still were, yet the ache only made you wetter.

The roll-up door groaned open. Riki first, towering, Sunoo gliding in behind him with that angelic smile that said, we’re about to ruin you, and Jungwon bringing up the rear like the calm center of a gathering storm. They didn’t speak at first. They simply walked in and surrounded you, three predators locking onto their favorite prey. “Well, well,” you said, voice low and cocky, crossing your arms under your chest so the tank rode higher. “The whole pack decided to show up. Miss me already?”

Riki’s dark eyes dragged over your body like he wanted to eat you alive. “You’ve been dodging races, Y/N. Hiding that pretty, used-up pussy from us?”

Sunoo chuckled softly, stepping close enough that you could smell his cologne. “Smart girl. After what Jungwon did to you the other night… I’d be sore too.”

Jungwon didn’t smile. He simply watched you with those sharp, possessive eyes, the memory of pumping you full still burning between you. You lifted your chin, refusing to shrink under their combined gaze. “If you’re here to drag me out for another round, you’re going to have to do better than that. I’m not your toy to pass around whenever you get hard.”

That’s when Jungwon spoke, voice smooth but edged with command. “We’re not here to pass you around,” he said, stepping forward until he could brush a thumb over the bruise on your jaw. “We’re here to offer you something better. A pact. The four of us, a crew. You keep modding our cars, tuning them into monsters. We race as one unit. You ride with us as our good luck charm. In the garage… and everywhere else.”

Riki grinned, hungry. “We dominate the circuits together. No more solo bullshit. You get protection, money, power. And we get you.”

Sunoo’s fingers traced the hem of your tank top, teasing. “Whenever we want, however we want. But only if you say yes.”

You let the silence stretch, heart hammering, cunt already throbbing at the thought. Three of them. All at once. The idea should’ve terrified you. Instead, it made you feel dangerously alive. “I’m in,” you said finally, voice husky. “But on my terms. If we’re doing this, we do it right, no holding back. I want all of you.”

Riki’s eyes flashed with pure lust. “That’s our girl.” They didn’t waste another second. Jungwon lifted you onto the wide metal workbench like you weighed nothing, the cold surface biting into the backs of your thighs. Tools clattered to the floor as they stripped you bare in seconds, tank top ripped over your head, shorts yanked down your legs. You sat there completely naked under the harsh garage lights, legs spread, pussy glistening with fresh arousal.

“Fuck, look at her,” Riki groaned, palming his massive bulge. “Still leaking from the other night and already dripping for more. Greedy little cumslut.”

Sunoo moved first, stepping between your spread thighs and claiming your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss while his fingers slid through your folds, circling your swollen clit. “Such a pretty pussy. Already soaked just from us walking in. You were waiting for this, weren’t you, baby?”

You moaned into his mouth as two of his elegant fingers pushed inside you, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot. Jungwon appeared at your side, gripping your jaw and turning your head so he could kiss you next, possessive, dominant, tongue fucking your mouth while Sunoo finger-fucked you slow and deep. Riki didn’t wait. He climbed onto the workbench, kneeling beside your head, thick cock already out and heavy in his fist. “Open up, Y/N. Time to taste what you’ve been missing.”

You turned eagerly, lips parting as Riki fed you his cock. He was huge, stretching your mouth wide, the salty taste of him flooding your tongue as he pushed to the back of your throat. You gagged prettily, eyes watering, but sucked him harder, hollowing your cheeks.

“Shit— that’s it,” Riki hissed, fisting your hair. “Look at our little mechanic taking dick like a pro. Gonna turn this sharp mouth into our fucktoy.”

They rotated you between them like that for long, delicious minutes, passing your mouth from one cock to another while fingers and tongues worked your dripping cunt. Sunoo ate you out with obscene skill, pretty face buried between your thighs, moaning against your clit while Jungwon and Riki took turns fucking your throat.

Then the real fun began. Jungwon laid you back fully on the workbench, your head hanging off the edge. Riki stepped up and slid his thick cock back into your mouth, fucking your throat in shallow, controlled thrusts. At the same time, Jungwon gripped your hips, lined up, and slammed into your pussy in one brutal stroke.

You screamed around Riki’s cock, the sound muffled and wet. “Fuck yes,” Jungwon growled, hips snapping forward, pounding you with deep, possessive strokes. “This cunt is ours now. All three of us. Gonna stretch every hole until you can’t remember what it felt like to be empty.”

Sunoo climbed onto the bench beside you, stroking his pretty cock as he watched you get fucked. “Look at her. Taking two cocks at once like she was born for it. Our perfect little cumslut. You love this, don’t you, Y/N? Being used by all of us.”

You could only moan desperately, body rocking between them. The workbench creaked under the force of Jungwon’s thrusts. Riki’s balls slapped against your forehead as he used your throat. Pleasure bordered on overwhelming. They switched positions fluidly, never leaving you empty for long. Riki took your pussy next, feral and rough, folding your legs back as he railed you mercilessly. “This is what you get for making me wait, baby. This tight little hole is gonna be dripping our cum for days.”

Jungwon fed you his cock while Sunoo sucked marks into your tits, pinching your nipples until you whimpered. Then Sunoo slid into your mouth, fucking your face with controlled thrusts while praising you in that sweet, degrading voice. “That’s our good girl. Taking three cocks like a champion. Gonna fill you up until you’re leaking on every tool bench in this garage.” The dirty talk never stopped, vulgar, possessive, addictive.

“Gonna pass this pussy around every night after we win.”

“Turn the undefeated Ghost into our personal breeding whore.”

“Swallow my cock deeper, Y/N. Show us how much you love belonging to all three of us.”

You came hard the first time with Riki’s cock buried in your cunt and Jungwon’s down your throat, body convulsing, squirting around him as they held you through it. They didn’t let you rest. Jungwon pulled you up, him behind you, pounding your pussy with deep, breeding strokes while Sunoo fucked your mouth from the front. Riki stood beside you, feeding you his cock in turns, stroking himself when he wasn’t in your mouth, occasionally spitting on your tits for good measure.

“Say it,” Jungwon demanded, slapping your ass hard. “Tell us who you belong to while we fuck you stupid.”

You pulled off Sunoo’s cock long enough to gasp, voice broken and filthy, “All of you— fuck— I belong to all three of you. Your cumslut. Your holes. Use me—”

Riki groaned and came first, painting your tits and tongue with thick ropes of cum. Sunoo followed, pulling out at the last second to shoot across your pretty, flushed face. Jungwon was last, slamming deep and unloading inside you with a guttural moan, flooding your pussy until it overflowed and dripped down your thighs onto the workbench. You collapsed against the cool metal, covered in sweat and cum, body trembling with aftershocks, pussy clenching around nothing as their release leaked out of you.

The three of them stood around you, breathing hard, eyes dark with satisfaction and fresh hunger. Jungwon leaned down, brushing cum from your lip with his thumb and pushing it back into your mouth. “Welcome to the crew, baby.” Riki smirked. Sunoo pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to your forehead, then whispered against your skin, “Our perfect little good luck charm.”

You smiled through the mess, sore, claimed, and more alive than you’d ever been. The pact was sealed. And the night was still young.

The days blurred into a feverish, grease-stained haze of preparation. Your hidden garage had transformed into a war room. The air was thick with the scent of fresh welds, burning rubber from test tires, high-octane fuel, and the constant undercurrent of sweat and barely-contained lust. Three matte-black monsters now occupied the central bays alongside your Supra: Riki’s aggressive Evo, Sunoo’s widebody Porsche, and Jungwon’s GT-R. They looked like weapons forged for war.

You worked like a woman possessed.

From dawn until the early hours, you lived under the cars. Sleeves rolled up, tank top clinging to your sweat-slicked skin, shorts riding high as you bent over engine bays or crawled beneath chassis on a creeper. Sparks flew from your welder as you reinforced roll cages, upgraded turbo manifolds, and installed new ECU tunes that would push these machines well beyond factory limits. You added aggressive anti-lag systems, upgraded intercoolers, stiffer coilovers, and massive brake kits that could stop a bullet train. Custom limited-slip differentials. Bespoke exhausts that howled like demons when unleashed. Riki watched you the most hungrily. He’d hover nearby, shirtless, muscles flexing as he handed you tools, his eyes locked on the way your ass moved while you worked under the Evo.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered one night, voice rough as he crouched beside you. “Seeing you like this, covered in grease, making my car meaner, gets me so fucking hard. You sure we don’t have time for a quick break on the hood?”

You slid out from under the car, face smudged with oil, and smirked up at him. “Focus, speed demon. You want to survive this hell race? Then stop thinking with your dick and help me torque these bolts.” But even as you said it, you let your hand brush deliberately over the growing bulge in his pants. Sunoo was more subtle, but no less dangerous. He’d sit on a nearby workbench, legs swinging, watching every precise movement of your hands with those sharp, pretty eyes. Sometimes he’d read out specs aloud, his voice like velvet, teasing you with double meanings.

“These new injectors are going to make her squirt power when you hit the nitrous,” he’d murmur, lips curved. “Just like you do when I have my tongue buried in that greedy little cunt.”

You’d throw a rag at his head, laughing, but your thighs would press together at the memory. Jungwon was the strategist. He coordinated everything, mapping the race route, studying rival crews, timing practice runs. But even he couldn’t keep his hands off you completely. Late at night, when the others were resting, he’d press you against the tool chest, kissing you slow and deep while his fingers slipped under your shorts to find you soaked.

“You’re the heart of this crew now,” he’d whisper against your lips, possessive as ever. “Our mechanic. Our good luck charm. Our filthy little secret. Don’t wear yourself out too much, baby. We need you strong for what’s coming.” The upcoming race was legendary, and lethal. A no-holds-barred, multi-stage inferno through the abandoned industrial district, old tunnels, and cliffside highways. Twenty of the most ruthless crews in the underground scene. Massive bets. Dirty tactics encouraged. Crashes were expected. Deaths had happened in past years. This wasn’t just racing. It was survival with engines.

So you pushed them harder. During the day, you ran them through brutal practice drills. They practiced reflexes on a makeshift course you’d set up using traffic cones, old tires, and sudden obstacles. You’d stand on the sidelines with a stopwatch and a megaphone, barking orders like a drill sergeant while dressed in nothing but oil-stained shorts and a cropped top.

“Again!” you’d shout as Riki drifted too wide. “You hesitate like that in the tunnels and you’re dead, Riki!”

“Sunoo, tighter apex! Stop showing off and drive like you want to win, not just look pretty!”

“Jungwon, you’re overthinking the line. Trust the car. Trust me.”

At night, the real filth returned. After long hours of wrenching, they’d reward you, and themselves, on the same workbench where they’d first claimed you as a crew. Sometimes it was quick and dirty: Riki bending you over the Supra’s hood while you were still holding a wrench. Sometimes it was slower, all three of them taking turns worshipping and ruining your sore, eager body until you were shaking and covered in their cum.

But the work never stopped. You barely slept. Your hands were raw, your back ached, but the fire in your blood burned hotter than ever. These weren’t just their cars anymore. They were extensions of the four of you, lethal, perfectly tuned weapons built by your hands and fueled by the raw chemistry between all of you.

One particularly long night, close to 3 a.m., you stood back and wiped sweat from your brow as the final mods were completed. All three cars gleamed under the lights, lowered, aggressive, and monstrous. Your Supra sat beside them like the queen of the pack.

The boys gathered around you, exhausted but wired, bodies glistening with sweat. Riki pulled you against his chest, strong arms wrapping around your waist. “You’re a fucking genius, Y/N.”

Sunoo stepped in from the side, pressing a kiss to your grease-streaked neck. “Our perfect little mechanic.”

Jungwon cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. “This race is going to be hell. But with you… we’re going to burn the whole circuit down.”

You smiled, cocky and exhausted and exhilarated all at once, leaning into their combined heat.

“Then let’s make them regret ever thinking they could compete with us,” you said, voice low and dangerous.  The garage fell into a charged silence, broken only by the occasional tick of cooling engines and the distant crash of waves. Tomorrow night, the real war began. But tonight, the four of you stood together, bonded by speed, sin, and something far more addictive than just racing.

The Ghost had finally found her pack. And together, you were going to be fucking legendary.

The night of the big race arrived like a storm breaking over the underground. The industrial district had turned into a pulsing arena of headlights, roaring engines, and thousands in cash changing hands under flickering sodium lamps. Twenty crews. Brutal multi-stage course through abandoned tunnels, elevated highways, and the treacherous cliffside runs. Dirty moves were expected. The crowd was feral, betting heavy, eyes hungry for blood and glory.

Your crew showed up like kings. Four cars in perfect formation, your Supra leading, flanked by Riki’s Evo, Sunoo’s Porsche, and Jungwon’s GT-R. All of them snarling with the mods you’d bled for. You’d tuned them to perfection, and the boys drove like men possessed, trusting every upgrade your hands had built.

The race was hell. They fought tooth and nail, Riki diving into impossible gaps with feral precision, Sunoo slipping through traffic like smoke, Jungwon calling moves over the radio with ice-cold strategy. You held your own at the front, Ghost reborn as part of something bigger, blocking rivals and opening lines for your men. Crashes echoed behind you. Sirens wailed in the distance. One car went over the barrier in the final tunnel run. But you four crossed the finish line together, first, second, third, and fourth in a dominating sweep that left the entire scene stunned into silence for three full seconds before the explosion of cheers and curses.

The win hit like nitrous straight to the veins. Adrenaline surged through all of you, thick and intoxicating. Hearts pounding, bodies buzzing, cocks already hard from the sheer thrill of victory and dominance. The moment the cars rolled to a smoky stop in the victory lot, surrounded by rival crews packing up, bookies paying out, and onlookers still buzzing, the tension snapped.

Riki was on you first. He dragged you out of your Supra and slammed you against the warm hood of his Evo, right there in the open lot where at least thirty people were still milling around within viewing distance. The risk made it filthier. “Fuck, Y/N,” he growled against your neck, yanking the zipper of your racing suit down in one violent tug. “We just owned that entire circuit because of you. Now we’re claiming our prize.”

You barely had time to gasp before Sunoo was in front of you, pretty face flushed with victory, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you into a deep, messy kiss. Jungwon moved behind you, pressing his hard body against your back, hands sliding inside your open suit to grope your tits roughly.

People were watching. Some turned away. Others stared openly. A few rival racers lingered by their cars, eyes wide at the bold display. The danger only made you wetter. They bent you over the hood of Riki’s Evo without ceremony. Your chest pressed against the warm, glossy metal, ass up, legs spread. Riki stood to the side, stroking his thick cock openly while Sunoo fed you his pretty dick right there under the flickering lights. “Open that cocky mouth, baby,” Sunoo murmured, voice sweet and filthy as he pushed past your lips. “Let them see how good our good luck charm takes dick after a win.”

You moaned around him, sucking eagerly as Jungwon shoved your suit down to your thighs, exposing your bare ass and dripping pussy to the night air. No panties. He’d made sure of that before the race.

“Look at this greedy cunt,” Jungwon growled, loud enough for nearby ears to catch. He rubbed his thick cock along your soaked folds, teasing. “Still sore from the other night and yet dripping like a whore for all three of us in public.”

He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. The force rocked you forward onto Sunoo’s cock, making you gag prettily. Jungwon set a brutal pace immediately, hips slamming against your ass with wet, obscene sounds that carried in the night air. His hand fisted your hair, keeping your head in place as Sunoo fucked your mouth in perfect rhythm.

Riki watched with dark, hungry eyes, occasionally reaching over to slap your ass or pinch your swinging tits while he stroked himself. “Fuck, she looks so good like this,” Riki groaned. “Bent over my hood, getting railed where everyone can see. Our perfect little team slut. This is what winning feels like.”

Jungwon fucked you like he was still racing, deep, aggressive, possessive. Every thrust pushed you further onto Sunoo’s cock, spit and precum dripping down your chin onto the hood. The risk of getting caught, of rival crews seeing the undefeated Ghost turned into a messy fucktoy for her team, sent you spiraling.

You came hard around Jungwon’s cock, moaning loudly around Sunoo, pussy clenching and gushing down your thighs. They didn’t stop. Sunoo pulled out of your mouth only to let Riki take a turn fucking your throat while Jungwon kept pounding your cunt. They rotated like that, switching between your mouth and pussy, using you right there against the car while distant voices and engine revs reminded you how exposed you were.

“Gonna fill you up again,” Jungwon panted, slamming deep. He came first, flooding your insides with thick, hot ropes. Riki followed, pulling out of your mouth to paint your tongue and tits. Sunoo took Jungwon’s place behind you and fucked you through the mess, adding his own load deep inside until it was leaking out around his cock in creamy rivulets.

By the end, you were a trembling, cum-covered wreck. They quickly zipped you back into your racing suit, but it was useless. Their combined cum was already dripping down your inner thighs, soaking the fabric from the inside. A visible wet patch started forming at the crotch as they helped you into your Supra. Riki smirked, kissing you hard. “Drive careful, baby. Wouldn’t want you making a mess all over your seat.”

Sunoo licked a stray drop of cum from your lip. “Our filthy good luck charm.” Jungwon gripped your jaw one last time, eyes burning. “We’re just getting started. This crew owns the night now.” Engines roared to life around you. You pulled out behind them, legs shaky, pussy still fluttering and leaking their cum steadily down your thighs inside the tight racing suit. The sensation was obscene, warm, sticky, constant, a filthy reminder with every shift of the pedals as you drove off into the night, victorious and utterly claimed. 

—

The roar of the crowd vibrated through the stands as Riki lined up for his solo race, a high-stakes tunnel sprint against some of the scene’s nastiest drivers. You sat wedged between Sunoo and Jungwon in the shadowed upper level, their bodies pressed close on either side of you, hands casually possessive on your thighs. Riki was off from the start. His Evo launched aggressively, but his lines were sloppy. He missed apexes he usually nailed blindfolded. In the final tunnel, he hesitated on a daring inside pass and got boxed out, finishing a humiliating third. The moment he crossed the line, you knew why.

His eyes found you in the crowd immediately, dark, burning, furious at himself. He’d been distracted. Thinking about you bent over his hood after the last win. About your mouth. About how your pussy clenched when you screamed their names. It cost him the race.

Back at the garage, the air was thick with tension the second the door slammed shut. Riki stormed in first, jaw clenched, still in his racing suit. “You,” he growled, pointing at you. “This is your fucking fault, Y/N. Couldn’t stop thinking about that tight little cunt the entire race.” Sunoo smirked, locking the roll-up door. “Then she needs to be punished, doesn’t she?”

Jungwon’s voice was calm but dripping with dark promise. “Strip her.” They didn’t give you time to protest, not that you wanted to. Your clothes were torn off in seconds. They bent you over the wide metal workbench again, wrists cuffed above your head to a hook they’d installed specifically for this. Your ass was presented perfectly, legs spread, pussy already glistening with traitorous arousal. Riki started. He brought his hand down hard on your ass, heavy, stinging spanks that echoed through the garage. Each slap made you jolt, the pain blooming into liquid heat between your thighs.

“Count them, baby,” he snarled, spanking you harder. “This is what happens when you distract me.” By the time he reached twenty, your ass was glowing red and you were dripping down your thighs. Sunoo stepped in next, elegant fingers tracing the heated skin before he slid a thick vibrating dildo deep into your soaked cunt. He turned it on high and held it there while Jungwon wrapped a hand lightly around your throat from the side, squeezing just enough to make your head spin.

“Such a greedy little distraction,” Sunoo cooed sweetly, fucking the toy in and out with cruel precision. “Look at you. Already clenching like a whore. How many times did you cum thinking about us while we were supposed to be focusing?” They rotated.

Jungwon took the toy from Sunoo and fucked you mercilessly with it, his free hand spanking your already bruised ass while Riki choked you lightly, whispering filthy praise and degradation into your ear. “You love this, don’t you? Being our little fucktoy we punish when you misbehave.” The first orgasm hit you fast and brutal. You squirted around the toy, soaking the workbench and your own thighs, crying out sharply.

They didn’t stop. Sunoo switched to a smaller, curved vibrator pressed hard against your clit while Jungwon kept the thick dildo pounding into you. Riki stood in front, feeding you his cock to muffle your screams. They competed openly. “Who can make her scream loudest?” Jungwon challenged, voice rough as he angled the toy to destroy your G-spot.

Sunoo smiled angelically, increasing the vibrations on your clit. “My turn to make our pretty mechanic cry.”

Riki fucked your throat deeper. “Scream for me, Y/N. Let the whole shipyard hear what a messy little cumslut you are.”

Orgasm after orgasm tore through you. They made you squirt again and again, messy, humiliating gushes that left puddles on the floor. Your legs shook violently. Tears streamed down your face from the overwhelming overstimulation, mascara running, lips swollen around whichever cock was using your mouth. By the fourth orgasm, you were sobbing, body convulsing uncontrollably. “Please— fuck— I can’t— too much—”

“You can,” Jungwon growled, spanking you hard while he drove the toy deeper. “You will. This is what you get for making Riki lose.” Riki took his final turn, replacing the toy with his thick cock and railing you from behind while Sunoo held the vibrator mercilessly against your clit. Jungwon choked you lightly, kissing you through the tears as you shattered again, squirting violently around Riki’s cock, screaming loud enough that it echoed off the walls.

Riki came deep inside you with a feral groan, pumping you full. Sunoo followed, painting your tits and face while you trembled. Jungwon finished last, making you ride his cock reverse cowgirl on the workbench, forcing one final, devastating orgasm out of your ruined body while he filled you too. You collapsed forward, covered in sweat, tears, and cum, ass cherry red, pussy swollen and leaking their loads in thick rivulets down your thighs.

Riki crouched beside you, brushing damp hair from your tear-streaked face with surprising tenderness. “Next time I race solo,” he murmured, voice dark but satisfied, “you better be in my fucking passenger seat where you belong.” Sunoo pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Our perfect little distraction.” Jungwon smiled against your neck. “Good girl.”

You lay there spent, broken in the most exquisite way, already knowing you’d distract them again. Because this kind of punishment? You were already addicted to it.

The morning after they’d wrecked you with toys and overstimulation, you woke up sore, marked, and pissed in the best possible way. Your ass still burned from the heavy spanking. Your pussy was swollen and tender, thighs covered in faint bruises. But instead of curling up and submitting, the old Ghost re-emerged, cocky, vicious, and out for revenge.

They wanted to play punishment games? Fine. You’d play it better. You started slow. You walked into the garage wearing the tiniest pair of black shorts that barely covered the curve of your ass and a cropped tank top that clung to your tits, no bra. Your hair was messy, lips still slightly swollen from the night before, and the bruises they’d left on your body were proudly on display.

The three of them were already there, working on the cars. The moment they saw you, their eyes darkened with fresh hunger. But you didn’t give them what they wanted. All day long, you teased. First, Riki. He cornered you near his Evo while you were pretending to check the tire pressure, pressing his hard body against your back, thick bulge grinding against your ass.

“You’re still dripping my cum from last night, aren’t you?” he growled, hands gripping your hips. You spun around, pushed him back against the side of the car, and straddled one of his thick thighs. Slowly, deliberately, you rolled your hips, grinding your barely-covered pussy along the hard ridge of his cock through his pants. You made sure to press your tits against his chest, lips brushing his ear. “Mmm… feels like someone’s desperate,” you purred, voice dripping with arrogance. “Too bad you don’t get to fuck me today, baby. Not after the way you three treated me last night.”

You rocked harder, letting your wetness soak through the thin fabric of your shorts onto his thigh, then suddenly pulled away right when his hands tightened and his breathing turned ragged. Riki groaned, head falling back. “Y/N… you fucking tease—” You smirked, cocky and untouchable. “Should’ve thought about that before.”

With Sunoo, you were crueler. He was sitting on the workbench reviewing race data when you sauntered over and climbed straight into his lap, facing him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started grinding down on his already rock-hard cock, rolling your hips in filthy, slow circles. Sunoo’s hands flew to your waist, breath hitching. “Fuck, baby… just let me slip it in. I’ll be gentle—”

You laughed softly against his mouth, biting his lower lip before pulling back. “Gentle? No chance, pretty boy.” You kept grinding, pressing your soaked core right against the throbbing length of him, letting him feel how wet you were through both your clothes. Every time his hips started bucking up desperately, you slowed down or stopped completely, edging him mercilessly while whispering in his ear. Sunoo’s usually sweet, teasing expression twisted into pure tortured lust. His fingers dug into your ass hard enough to bruise, but you only smiled and climbed off, leaving him panting and painfully hard.

Jungwon tried to play it strategic. He waited until you were bent over the hood of your Supra, then came up behind you, pressing his thick erection against your ass while his hand slid around to cup your throat lightly. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N,” he murmured, voice low and commanding.

You pushed back against him, grinding your ass along his cock in long, deliberate strokes, arching your back like a cat in heat. “Am I?” you asked sweetly, looking over your shoulder with that signature cocky smirk. “Or are you just mad I’m finally the one in control?”

You kept rolling your hips, letting the head of his cock nudge right against your clothed entrance again and again, teasing him with the promise of sinking inside. Every time he tried to pull your shorts aside, you slapped his hand away and ground harder, faster, until his breathing turned ragged and his grip on your throat tightened with frustration. Then you stepped away completely, leaving him cursing under his breath, cock straining obscenely against his pants.

All day it went on like that. You’d brush against them “accidentally,” press your tits against their arms while handing them tools, whisper filthy reminders of how good their cocks felt while deliberately denying them. You’d grind on Riki while he was under a car, ride Sunoo’s thigh while pretending to check specs on a laptop, and edge Jungwon against every available surface. By late evening, they were feral. Riki was pacing like a caged animal, constantly adjusting his painfully hard cock. Sunoo’s pretty face was flushed, eyes dark with restrained violence. Even Jungwon, usually the most composed, had a dangerous glint in his eyes, jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.

You stood in the middle of the garage, arms crossed under your chest, pushing your tits up on purpose, looking every inch the untouchable Ghost again. “Something wrong, boys?” you asked innocently, though your voice dripped with smug satisfaction. “You all look… frustrated.” Riki stepped forward first, voice rough. “Y/N. You’re pushing it.”

You tilted your head, smiling sweetly. “Good.” The power felt delicious. 

The same night crackled with a different kind of danger. After an entire day of your merciless edging, the boys were driven insane, bodies wound tight, cocks still aching, minds half on the track and half buried between your thighs. The frustration only made them sharper. Hungrier. Meaner. Word had spread fast through the underground: a once-in-a-decade race. Three rival crews versus your trio. The prize pot was absolutely out of a fever dream, eight stolen luxury cars plus over two million in dirty cash stacked in black duffels. Winner takes all. Losers walk away with nothing… or worse. You were not on the track tonight. You’d made that clear with a cocky little smirk as they suited up.

“You three can suffer a little longer,” you’d purred, leaning against the Supra in tiny shorts, arms crossed under your chest. “Win this race and maybe, I’ll let you fuck the attitude out of me.”That promise had lit a fire under them.

The starting line stretched across an abandoned freight yard that fed straight into the old industrial tunnels. Hundreds of spectators lined the barriers. Neon lights flickered. Bookies screamed odds. The air reeked of gasoline, weed, and raw testosterone. Your three cars sat at the front like predators: Riki’s slammed Evo, Sunoo’s aggressive Porsche, and Jungwon’s matte-black GT-R. Engines idling with menacing rumbles. Riki’s hands flexed on the wheel, jaw tight. “I’m still so fucking hard it hurts,” he muttered over the radio.

Sunoo’s soft laugh crackled back. “Blame our pretty little brat.”

Jungwon’s voice cut through, calm but edged with steel. “Focus. We win this, then we go home and ruin her until she can’t walk.” The flag dropped. Chaos exploded instantly. The first straight was pure war. Rivals tried to box them in, bumping aggressively. Riki dove into a gap so tight his mirrors scraped concrete, snarling as he forced a rival into the wall with a sickening crunch of metal. Sparks flew like fireworks.

Sunoo was a white swan in motion, slipping through traffic like liquid, using every dirty trick you’d taught him. He feinted left, then cut right, sending another car spinning into a barrier. His Porsche danced on the edge of control, widebody kissing the tunnel walls. Jungwon played the long game, hanging back just enough to read the chaos before striking. He was the anchor, calling moves with ice-cold precision while his GT-R devoured straights like a demon.

The course turned hellish. They blasted into the long abandoned subway tunnels, pitch black except for headlights and emergency strobes. One rival tried to run Sunoo into a pillar. Sunoo countered by tapping his rear bumper at 140 mph, sending the car into a violent spin that took out two others in a chain-reaction crash. The explosion of metal and glass lit up the tunnel behind them. “Clear,” Sunoo reported, breathing hard.

Riki was losing his mind with adrenaline and sexual frustration. On a sweeping elevated highway section, drifting through a corner so aggressively his Evo nearly rolled. He clipped a rival’s bumper on purpose, sending them flying over the guardrail and into the dark ravine below. The final leg was the cliffside death run, narrow roads hugging jagged drops, wind howling off the ocean. Here, the remaining rivals threw everything at them: side-swipes, brake checks, even throwing glass bottles onto the road.

Jungwon took a brutal hit to his rear quarter, the GT-R fishtailing dangerously close to the edge. For one terrifying second, two wheels hung over nothing but black sea and rocks. “Won—!” you screamed into the radio from the observation point above, heart in your throat. He recovered with terrifying skill, counter-steering perfectly. “Still here, baby.” That near-miss only fueled them.

In the last mile, the three of them formed a perfect arrow, Riki leading, Sunoo and Jungwon guarding his flanks. They crossed the finish line almost simultaneously, sweeping the podium in a dominant, brutal display that left the crowd roaring and the rival crews stunned into silence. They’d won. The stolen cars and duffels of cash were theirs. But the real prize was waiting back at the garage.

The drive back was torture. All three cars pulled into the shipyard in formation, engines screaming victory. The moment they killed the ignitions, the boys exploded out of their cars, eyes wild, bodies still vibrating with race adrenaline and a full day of your cruel teasing. You were waiting in the center of the garage, arms crossed, that signature cocky smirk on your lips. “Congratulations, boys. Looks like you—” Riki didn’t let you finish. He stormed forward, grabbed you by the throat, and slammed you against the side of his still-ticking Evo. His mouth crashed into yours in a violent, starving kiss. “You think you can edge us for twelve fucking hours and then stand there looking smug?” he snarled against your lips.

Sunoo appeared on your other side, pretty face dark with promise. “We’re going to make you regret every single thing, baby.” Jungwon stepped in last, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. “Time’s up, Y/N.”

Hands tore at your tiny shorts and crop top until the fabric was in shreds on the concrete floor. “You’ve been a fucking brat all day,” Riki snarled against your lips, biting down hard on your lower lip until you tasted blood. “Grinding on our cocks like a cocktease and thinking you could walk away?”

They carried you to the wide central workbench and threw you down on your back. Within seconds you were completely naked, legs spread obscenely wide. Jungwon gripped your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision spark as he leaned over you. “Open that pretty mouth.”

Sunoo was already there, pretty cock hard and leaking as he fed it straight down your throat in one smooth thrust. You gagged loudly, eyes watering instantly as he started fucking your face with deep, controlled strokes. “Fuck… that throat feels even better when you’ve been teasing us all day,” Sunoo groaned, voice sweet and filthy. He held your head in place, hips snapping forward until your nose pressed against his pelvis.

At the same time, Riki and Jungwon positioned themselves between your spread thighs. Riki spat directly onto your already soaked pussy, rubbing the thick head of his massive cock against your entrance while Jungwon did the same, pressing right beside him. “You’re gonna take both of us in this greedy cunt tonight,” Jungwon said, voice low and commanding. 

They pushed in together. The stretch was brutal, burning, overwhelming. You screamed around Sunoo’s cock as both thick cocks forced their way inside you at once, inch by inch, stretching you to your absolute limit. The obscene pressure made your eyes roll back, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Fuuuuck— so goddamn tight,” Riki growled, eyes locked on where both you holes were stretched around both of their cocks. “Look at her taking two dicks like a champ. This is what you get for edging us, baby.”

They started moving, alternating thrusts at first, then finding a devastating rhythm together. The workbench creaked violently beneath you as they fucked you stupid, pounding deep into your cunt while Sunoo continued throat-fucking you without mercy. The wet sounds skin smacking and and gagging throat filled the entire garage. You came hard within minutes, violently, squirting around their cocks as your body convulsed. They didn’t slow down. “Again,” Jungwon demanded, spanking your clit hard while they railed you. “Cum on our cocks like the messy little whore you are.”

Sunoo knelt in front of you, gripping your hair and forcing his cock back down your throat. The three of them used you mercilessly. Riki and Jungwon fucked you in perfect sync, stretching you beyond reason, their balls slapping wetly against you. Jungwon reached around to rub your swollen clit while Riki sucked marks into your bouncing tits. Sunoo fucked your throat until drool and precum ran down your chin in thick strings, dripping onto your tits.

Riki panted, voice wrecked. “Gonna fill this slutty cunt until it’s overflowing.” The orgasms kept coming. You came again, soaking Riki’s abs and the workbench. Your screams were muffled around Sunoo’s cock as wave after wave of devastating pleasure tore through your overstimulated body. They started rotating. Sunoo pulled out of your throat only to let Riki take your mouth while Jungwon kept destroying your pussy. Then Jungwon switched to your throat, feeding you his cock covered in your own juices while Riki and Sunoo double-penetrated you again. The taste of yourself mixed with their precum made you moan like a broken whore. 

Riki came first, pulling out of your pussy and painting your face with thick ropes of cum. Sunoo followed, pulling out of your mouth and adding to the mess, covering your flushed cheeks, lips, and tongue. Jungwon kept fucking you through it, then finally buried himself deep and unloaded straight into your womb. They didn’t stop.

By the end, you were a complete wreck. Lying on the workbench, covered head to toe in sweat and semen. Thick loads dripped from your swollen pussy onto the floor. Your face was painted white, cum leaking from the corners of your mouth. Your tits were marked with handprints and bite marks. Your voice was hoarse from screaming. Riki crouched beside you, gently brushing cum-soaked hair from your face while Jungwon pressed soft kisses to your trembling thighs.

Sunoo smiled that angelic, wicked smile and leaned down to kiss your cum-stained lips. “Look at our strong, cocky Ghost,” he whispered. You could barely move, body twitching with aftershocks, pussy still clenching around nothing as more cum slowly leaked out of you. But even through the exhaustion, a weak, satisfied smirk tugged at your swollen lips. “Worth it,” you rasped. 

The tension in the garage had been simmering for days. You were bent over the hood of a sleek, silver Mercedes-AMG GT that belonged to Kai, a quiet but skilled solo racer who’d paid you a small fortune for emergency mods before the next big tunnel run. Your hands were deep in the engine bay, tightening a new intercooler setup, when the roll-up door slammed open hard enough to rattle the walls.

All three of them walked in. Riki first, eyes immediately narrowing at the sight of you working intimately on another man’s car. Sunoo followed, his usual angelic smirk gone flat. Jungwon brought up the rear, jaw locked so tight the muscle ticked. Kai, smart man that he was, muttered a quick thanks and disappeared the second he felt the shift in the air.

You straightened up, wiping grease on your shorts, and raised an eyebrow. “Problem?”

Riki was on you in three strides. He spun you around, pressing your back against the Mercedes’ hood, and crashed his mouth onto yours in a deep, possessive kiss that stole the air from your lungs. His hands gripped your waist hard, fingers digging in like he could brand you through skin and bone.

“You let him bring his car here?” he growled against your lips before kissing you again, harder, tongue sliding against yours like he was trying to erase any trace of another man’s presence. “You had your hands all over his engine while we were waiting for you?”

Sunoo stepped in beside you, turning your face toward him the second Riki pulled back for air. His kiss was slower but no less intense, deep, claiming, one hand cupping your jaw while the other fisted the front of your tank top.

“You’re ours, Y/N,” Sunoo whispered hotly against your mouth, voice uncharacteristically rough. “Not some hired wrench for every pretty boy with money. I can’t fucking stand seeing you bent over another man’s car like that.”

Jungwon was last. He pulled you away from the Mercedes entirely, backing you up against the tool chest instead. His kiss was raw, almost angry, full of weeks of building emotion. When he finally broke away, forehead pressed to yours, his voice cracked with something real.

“I hate it,” he admitted, breathing hard. “I hate seeing you give even a second of your time to someone else. We’ve been trying to keep this casual, but… I can’t anymore. The thought of you with anyone who isn’t us makes me want to burn this entire shipyard down.”

The confession hung heavy in the air. You looked between them, Riki pacing like a caged animal, Sunoo watching you with dark, vulnerable eyes, Jungwon’s usual composure completely shattered. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said quietly, reaching up to touch Jungwon’s cheek. “But you three don’t own every second of my life.”

“That’s the problem,” Riki muttered, stepping close again. He kissed you once more, softer this time but still desperate. “I don’t want to share you with the rest of this fucking world, Y/N. Not even for money. Not even for an hour.” Sunoo pressed in from the other side, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then the sensitive spot under your ear. “You’re more than our mechanic now. More than our good luck charm. You’re… ours. And it’s starting to feel like something I can’t lose.”

The moment stretched, thick with new, terrifying tenderness beneath all the possessiveness. Later that night, the feelings boiled over on the road. It was supposed to be a standard tunnel run, your crew running escort for a big payout. But the cops had been tipped off. Halfway through the long industrial tunnel, blue and red lights exploded behind you, sirens screaming.

“Scatter!” Jungwon barked over the radio.

The chase was vicious. Riki drifted through a narrow gap between concrete pillars at terrifying speed, barely missing a patrol car trying to cut him off. Sunoo used his Porsche’s agility to slip through an exit ramp at the last second. You stayed glued to Jungwon’s GT-R, pushing your Supra to its absolute limit as two cruisers closed in. A near-miss nearly ended everything.

One cop car tried to PIT you on a sharp curve. Jungwon swerved at the last second, forcing you to brake hard and slide between them in a hail of sparks and screaming metal. Your heart hammered so violently you thought it might burst. For one sickening second, you saw the headlines, the Ghost finally crashing out. You all made it out. Barely. Back at the garage, the adrenaline crash hit hard.

The second the doors were down, Jungwon yanked you out of your Supra and pinned you against it, kissing you like he’d almost lost you forever. Riki and Sunoo joined immediately, surrounding you in a tangle of desperate mouths and gripping hands.

“I can’t do this,” Jungwon rasped between kisses, voice raw with emotion. “I can’t keep pretending this is just racing and fucking. When I saw that cop almost take you out tonight… I’ve never been that scared in my life.”

Riki’s hand slid into your hair, tilting your head so he could kiss you deeply, almost angrily. “You’re under our skin, Y/N. All the way. I lose focus every time you’re not right there with me. And seeing you mod that asshole’s car earlier? I wanted to drag you away and remind you exactly who you belong to.”

Sunoo kissed you slower, but his hands trembled slightly against your waist. “We’re falling for you. All three of us. And it’s making us stupid. Jealous as hell. But I don’t want to stop.”

You stood there between them, heart racing for an entirely different reason now. The Ghost, undefeated, untouchable, felt her walls cracking under the weight of three pairs of eyes that looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in their chaotic world. “I’m scared too,” you admitted quietly, voice thick. “This stopped being just fun a long time ago.” Jungwon rested his forehead against yours, breathing you in. Riki pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple. Sunoo nuzzled into your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

The morning after the confessions came slow and golden.

Sunlight filtered weakly through the high warehouse windows of the loft above the garage, painting long, dusty beams across the wide bed you all shared. The air still carried the faint scent of engine oil, sea salt, and last night’s adrenaline. You woke up tangled between them, Riki’s heavy arm slung possessively over your waist, Sunoo curled against your back with his face buried in your neck, and Jungwon lying on his side in front of you, watching you with quiet, unguarded eyes.

For once, there was no rush. No race looming in the next few hours. No engines screaming. Just the four of you, breathing in the same quiet rhythm. Jungwon reached out first, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a gentleness that still surprised you from the usually composed leader. His thumb brushed your lower lip, eyes soft in the morning light.

“Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep but warm like melted honey. He leaned in and kissed you, slow, lingering, no heat of possession this time, just pure, aching affection. The kind of kiss that said he’d been lying awake thinking about you for hours. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. “You scared the hell out of me yesterday. I keep seeing that cop car trying to take you out… and all I could think was I can’t lose you.”

You smiled softly, your hand coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “I’m right here, Won. Not going anywhere.” Behind you, Sunoo stirred, pressing a trail of lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your bare shoulder. His arm tightened around your middle, pulling you back flush against his warm chest.

“Mmm… my favorite way to wake up,” he whispered, voice still drowsy and sweet. “Our pretty girl between us.” He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling deeply like he needed your scent to ground him. “You make everything feel… right. Even when the world outside is trying to burn us down.”

Riki, ever the restless one, tightened his grip on your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there with surprising tenderness. His usual feral energy was quiet this morning, replaced by something deeper, almost vulnerable.

“You know I’m shit at this soft stuff,” he mumbled against your skin, voice low and rough. “But fuck, Y/N… waking up and knowing you’re ours? That you chose us? It messes me up in the best way.” He pressed another slow kiss right below your ear, then another on your jaw, taking his time like he wanted to memorize every inch of you. “I don’t care about the cars or the money anymore. I just want you here. Safe. With us.”

You let yourself sink into them, surrounded by their warmth, their scents, their quiet love. For the first time in years, the undefeated Ghost didn’t feel like she had to run or fight. She just… existed. Cherished. The morning unfolded lazily. Jungwon eventually slipped out of bed and returned with coffee, black for you, exactly how you liked it, and a plate of fruit he’d cut up himself. He fed you bites of sweet mango between soft kisses, his free hand gently massaging the tension from your shoulders.

Sunoo pulled you into the shower with him later, but there was nothing rushed about it. He washed your hair with careful fingers, massaging your scalp until you were nearly purring. He kissed every bruise and mark they’d left on your body, not with hunger, but with quiet reverence, whispering against your wet skin how beautiful you were, how strong, how irreplaceable.

Riki was the most surprising. He cooked, or at least tried to, burning the edges of the eggs but plating them with a proud little grin when you laughed at the mess. He kept pulling you onto his lap while you all ate together at the small table in the loft, one big hand rubbing slow circles on your thigh, the other feeding you bites from his own plate.

“I like you here,” he said quietly, eyes locked on yours. “Just… us.” By late afternoon, the four of you ended up back in bed, a tangled pile of limbs and quiet affection. You lay on your back with your head in Jungwon’s lap while he played with your hair. Sunoo rested his head on your stomach, tracing lazy patterns on your skin. Riki had his face pressed against your ribs, one arm thrown over your thighs. None of you spoke for a long time. The silence was comfortable, heavy with new emotions that felt too big for words.

“I never thought I’d have this,” you admitted eventually, voice barely above a whisper. “I was always alone. But with you three… I don’t feel alone anymore. I feel seen. Wanted. Loved, even when you’re being jealous assholes about it.” Jungwon’s fingers paused in your hair. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, lingering there. “You are loved, Y/N. More than you know. I’m not good at saying it, but… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us. To me.”

Sunoo lifted his head, eyes sparkling with rare vulnerability as he kissed the center of your chest, right over your heart. “You make me want to be better. Softer. Even when I want to keep you locked away from the rest of the world.”

Riki pushed himself up slightly, cupping your face with one big hand. His thumb stroked your cheek as he looked at you with raw intensity. “I’d burn every rival car, every cop, every fucking thing that tries to take you from us. But I’d also give it all up if you asked me to. That’s how much you mean to me now.” You felt your eyes sting with unexpected tears. Not from sadness, from the overwhelming warmth of being so completely, fiercely cherished. You pulled them closer, one by one, kissing each of them slowly and deeply, pouring every unspoken feeling into the press of your lips. They held you tighter, their hands gentle, their breaths mingling with yours in the quiet loft.

The underground world outside kept spinning, races, danger, dirty money, and rivals. But up here, in this stolen moment, there was only love. Messy, jealous, protective, all-consuming love. You were sinking into it, slow and deep, letting yourself be utterly, beautifully wrapped up in the three men who had claimed far more than just your body. They had your heart now too.

—

Six months later, the shipyard garage had changed.

What was once just a hidden den of midnight mods and stolen moments had slowly become something closer to a home. The loft upstairs now held four toothbrushes in the bathroom, your racing suits hanging beside theirs in the reinforced closet, and a bigger bed they’d dragged in after too many nights of tangled limbs and not enough space. There were plants Sunoo insisted on keeping alive on the windowsill, a ridiculous number of Riki’s protein shakes in the fridge, and Jungwon’s carefully organized race notebooks stacked on the desk.

You stood on the upper catwalk overlooking the garage floor, watching them.

Riki was under his Evo again, tools clanging as he fine-tuned the suspension you’d redesigned last week. Grease streaked his arms and cheek. Sunoo leaned against the Porsche, laughing at something Riki said while polishing the widebody with slow, elegant strokes. Jungwon stood a little apart, arms crossed, reviewing the new route maps you’d marked up together the night before.

They looked like home. But the underground never let you forget what it was. Tonight was another high-stakes run, bigger money, dirtier players, the kind of race where people still disappeared. The danger hadn’t vanished. If anything, it had grown sharper now that the four of you were something real. The jealousy still flared hot and sudden. The possessiveness still left bruises and desperate kisses against cold metal. The sex was still filthy, raw, and frequent, sometimes sweet and slow in the early mornings, sometimes all three of them wrecking you until you cried and begged on the same workbench where it all began.

Nothing had been sanitized. You were still the Ghost. They were still the ruthless trio that made the night circuits tremble. You still modded cars for cash when the mood struck. They still raced like devils and fucked you like they were terrified of losing you. But something deeper had taken root.

Jungwon looked up first, sensing your gaze. His sharp eyes softened the moment they found you. He climbed the metal stairs two at a time and pulled you into his arms without a word, burying his face in your hair. “You’re thinking too loud again,” he murmured against your temple. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Just wondering how the hell we got here. From fucking in my backseat to… this.”

Riki and Sunoo joined you moments later, surrounding you in that familiar wall of warmth and muscle. Riki pressed against your back, arms locking around your middle. Sunoo slipped in beside Jungwon, catching your hand and pressing a slow kiss to your knuckles.

“We’re building something real,” Sunoo said quietly, his usual teasing tone replaced by something gentler, almost reverent. “Doesn’t mean we’re leaving the life behind. I don’t think any of us could. But we’re doing it together now. No more running solo. No more pretending this is temporary.”

Riki’s grip tightened, his voice low and rough against your ear. “I still get jealous as fuck when you work on other cars. Still want to drag you away and remind you who you belong to every single day. But I also want to wake up next to you every morning. Want to keep you safe. Want… a future. With you in it.”

Jungwon pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing your cheek. “We’re talking about buying the whole shipyard. Making it legitimate on paper, a real performance garage. We keep racing underground because it’s in our blood. We keep loving you the way we do because we don’t know how to do it softly. But we’re also building something that lasts. Something that’s ours.”

You felt your throat tighten with emotion. The Ghost who once thrived on solitude and speed now found herself completely, helplessly in love with three dangerous, complicated men who had cracked her open and decided to stay.

“I’m terrified,” you whispered, honest and raw. “I’ve never had anything real before. But I want it. With all of you. The filth. The danger. The quiet mornings. All of it.”

Riki kissed the side of your neck, slow and tender. Sunoo leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, lingering kiss that tasted like promise. Jungwon waited his turn, then kissed you like he was sealing a vow. The four of you stood there on the catwalk for a long time, wrapped around each other as the sun dipped lower and the garage lights flickered on one by one. Outside, the underground waited, screaming engines, dirty money, rival threats, and the ever-present risk of everything burning down.

Inside, something beautiful and messy and real was taking shape. You were still the Ghost. But now you had a pack. And together, no matter how dark or filthy or dangerous the road ahead became, you would face it as one. The night called. You answered, four hearts beating in sync, four shadows merging into something unbreakable. And for the first time, the future didn’t feel like something to outrun. It felt like something worth racing toward.

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Enhypen reaction: moaning another member’s name

cw: smut hehe

note: I feel like this is a piece of shit, to be honest, but I'm having a huge block, especially now that im studying for finals...

JUNGWON

happens in the middle of a heated, frantic session—your legs around Jungwon’s waist, his hand gripping your thigh to keep you from squirming too much as he pistons his hips into you. He’s been whispering how good you feel, how wet you are, how tight you grip him, and it all swirls in your head like honey until your mouth parts and a breathy moan escapes:

"Ahh… Heeseung…!"

Jungwon stills instantly. His fingers dig into your thigh, his brows furrow. The only sound left in the room is your panting and the heavy beat of your heart as you realize what you just said.

"...What?"

You look up at him, wide-eyed. "W-Wonnie—I didn't mean to—I swear, it just—"

He tilts his head slowly, eyes narrowing with something far darker than anger. His voice is low, threateningly calm.

"You moaned Heeseung's name while I'm buried inside you?"

He doesn’t pull out. Instead, he pulls your leg higher, angles his hips, and thrusts back in—sharper, deeper.

"You want to fuck Heeseung? Huh? Is he the one who makes you feel like this?"

Another thrust. Your breath hitches.

"Say it again. Say his name again."

You whimper, shaking your head.

"That’s what I thought," he growls.

Now he’s fucking you rough, fast, punishing, every snap of his hips meant to rewrite the memory of that name. His hand snakes up your throat, thumb tilting your chin so you have to look at him.

"Say my name. Now."

"J-Jungwon…"

"Louder."

"JUNGWON!"

He grins, sweat slicking his brow. "Good girl. Next time you forget whose cock this is, I’ll fuck you where he can hear you. Let’s see whose name you scream then."

HEESEUNG

You’re straddling him, thighs trembling from overstimulation as he thrusts up into you from below, his hands gripping your waist like he owns it. Heeseung watches you intently, drinking in the sight of you slowly losing your mind on top of him, cunt slick and clenching so tight he can barely breathe.

Then it happens.

"Fuck… Sunghoon… don’t stop…!"

Everything halts.

Heeseung blinks once. Twice.

You’re frozen, mortified.

"...Sunghoon?"

You scramble to explain, but Heeseung only stares for another moment before his tongue runs over his lower lip. He laughs.

"Sunghoon, huh? That’s who you were thinking about?"

Before you can protest, he grabs your hips and slams you down onto him again. You gasp.

"No, baby, it's okay. Let me give you what he couldn’t."

His hips roll up, precise and filthy. One hand grabs your ass, the other tangles in your hair to pull your head back.

"You want to moan his name? Go on. Let him hear it. I hope he's listening."

Heeseung growls and sets a punishing pace, thrusting up so hard your legs almost give out.

"You don’t get to imagine anyone else when you’re on my cock," he snaps. "You’re gonna scream my name until your throat's raw."

And when you do—when you sob Heeseung! with tear-streaked cheeks and trembling thighs—he smiles like a predator.

"That's right, baby. Don’t forget who fucked you stupid."

JAY

Jay has you bent over the counter, one hand wrapped in your hair, the other gripping your hip with bruising force as he pounds into you from behind. His voice is low and dangerous in your ear, muttering how gorgeous you look taking his cock like that, how messy you are for him.

You moan, mindless and desperate.

"Fuck, Jake…"

His hips freeze.

The silence that follows is heavy. His grip in your hair tightens.

"Say that again?"

You panic. "Jay, no, I—I didn’t mean to—"

He yanks your head back so you’re forced to arch, forced to look at him.

"So you want him instead?"

"No! No, Jay, I swear—"

He cuts you off with a sharp slap to your ass. "Then you better make it up to me."

Jay drives into you harder, deeper, every thrust making the counter shake. You cry out, your hands scrambling for grip as your legs go weak.

"You're gonna scream my name until you forget his. Say it."

You sob it. "Jay! Jay, oh my god—"

"Louder," he growls.

He doesn’t stop until you’re a whimpering mess, legs trembling, tears in your eyes, body ruined by jealousy-fueled thrusts. He finally leans down and whispers in your ear.

"If you ever moan another man's name again, I won't stop until you're crawling and begging for forgiveness."

JAKE

Jake has you in his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he fucks up into you, bouncing you on his cock with soft kisses pressed to your neck and cheek. He’s murmuring how beautiful you are, how perfect you feel, how you’re his girl, his baby.

And then you whisper something that destroys it.

"Mmmh… Jay-!"

Jake stops mid-thrust.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, disbelief all over his face.

"What did you just say?"

You cover your mouth instantly. "N-No—Jake, I wasn’t thinking—"

His sweet expression melts into something darker.

"You were thinking about Sunoo while I was fucking you like this?"

He grabs your hips suddenly, slamming you down onto him hard enough to make you yelp.

"You think he could fuck you like I do? Huh?" His voice is gravel now.

Another thrust.

"You think he could fill you up like this? Stretch you out until you're crying?"

You can barely form words.

"Jake, please… I’m sorry…"

He lifts you and drops you again, using you, punishing you.

"No, you’re gonna cum on my cock while moaning my name. And then you’re gonna do it again. And again."

And he doesn’t stop until you forget the name you said and remember only his—until your throat is sore from screaming it.

SUNGHOON

You’re sprawled out beneath him on the couch, your legs thrown over his shoulders, back arched off the cushions as Sunghoon pounds into you with that focused intensity he always brings to sex. His brows are furrowed, lip caught between his teeth, every thrust deep and dragging, meant to push you closer and closer to that blissed-out edge.

You can't hold back. Your hands claw at the cushions, head thrown back as you cry out,

"o-omg, Jungwon—!"

His hips stop mid-thrust.

His face doesn't show shock at first—just stillness. Cold. Calm.

"...Jungwon?"

Your heart drops. "Hoon, no—that was a mistake, I swear, I wasn’t even thinking—"

He pulls out slowly, chest rising and falling. But instead of leaving you hanging, he flips you over onto your stomach and drags your hips up until your ass is high in the air.

"No, it's fine," he mutters. His voice is colder than before, but his cock is still hard. Still twitching.

He slams back into you without warning, making you scream.

"You want to fuck him? Then beg him for it while I ruin you." His hand wraps around your throat from behind, fingers pressing down just enough to make you dizzy.

"Do you think he could fuck you like this? Bend you over and fuck you dumb while you cry into the cushions?"

You’re already a mess, moaning his name, eyes glassy.

"Sunghoon… H-Hoon, please!"

He doesn’t stop until your throat is hoarse and your cum drips down your thighs.

"Good girl," he pants. "Only my name belongs on that pretty mouth."

SUNOO

Sunoo is on top, lips trailing down your neck, chest pressed flush to yours as he rolls his hips slow and deep. He’s whispering the filthiest things into your ear in contrast to how softly he kisses you—how good you are for him, how warm and tight and perfect you feel.

You’re high on it, too gone in the sensation to think clearly.

"Mmhh Ni-ki …"

He goes stiff.

His breath stops for a moment.

Then he leans back slowly, brows raised.

"Ni-ki? Really? While I’m inside you?"

Your mouth opens, trying to form an apology, but Sunoo’s already shoving your knees back and snapping his hips forward hard.

"So that’s how we’re playing today."

Every movement turns meaner—not angry, but possessive. He fucks you deep and deliberate, with his hand gripping your face to keep your eyes locked on him.

"Is he the one who makes you moan like this?" Thrust. "Is he the one who gets you dripping down his cock like you are for me?"

"N-No… Sunoo…"

He grins darkly. "Then say it like you mean it."

And you do.

You say his name over and over until he’s satisfied, until he’s coaxed two orgasms out of you with nothing but his cock and that fiery jealousy in his voice.

"Next time you moan someone else’s name," he says while still fucking into you, "I’ll make you cum until you forget what letters their name even starts with."

NI-KI

Ni-ki’s got you on your back, hands pinned above your head, his body looming over you like a shadow. His thrusts are deep and fast, each one making the bed frame creak, his voice low and breathless as he watches your tits bounce with every stroke.

You’re too fucked out to think, brain empty, moans messy and slurred—

"Oh god… Jake—!"

Ni-ki freezes.

His eyes meet yours. Cold. Intense. His jaw clenches.

"Jake? You moaned his name?"

You try to apologize but he’s already shoving your face into the pillows. He kicks your legs open and rams back into you with such force you choke on your breath.

"That’s cute. Really. You think Jake could fuck you like this?"

His hand presses into your lower back, forcing your spine to arch deeper.

"Say his name again, I dare you. I fucking dare you."

You can’t even speak now—he’s pounding you too hard, too fast, fucking you into the mattress with a jealous growl in every thrust.

"Say my name. Now."

"Ni-ki! Ni-ki, oh my god—please!"

He hums in satisfaction. "That’s what I thought."

You cum so hard your body spasms, and he keeps going until your moans are hoarse and all you can do is sob his name like it’s the only word you remember.

"No one else gets to make you sound like that. Just me."

[heejunluvr]

make you mine bsf!sunoo x reader

↬ warnings: nsfw, mdni! friends to lovers, reader cheats on bf w/ sunoo, p in v, unprotected sex, cowgirl quickie, whiny/praising sunoo, public sex, fingering, p eating

bsf!sunoowho’s been in love with you since he first met you. never wanting to ruin the friendship you had with each other.

bsf!sunoo who helped you get ready every time you had a date, knowing he admired the way you looked even more than your date would.

bsf!sunoo who secretly wished he could be the one you made love too, knowing he’d do quite literally anything you had asked him to do.

bsf!sunoo who hated every date you had. knowing he could treat you better in a million different ways then the rest of these guys.

bsf!sunoo who always called you if you were feeling uncomfortable during a date.

bsf!sunoo who comforted you every time you cried because of your boyfriend. letting you lay on his lap as he caressed your hair and assured you how beautiful and amazing you were.

bsf!sunoo who’s tried dating girls but none of them have made him feel the way you did. he just couldn’t date anyone if it wasn’t you.

bsf!sunoo who accidentally slipped up after you cried to him about your boyfriend and kissed you. which quickly turned into a make out session with lots of heated tension.

bsf!sunoo who after he made out with you, you with your mascara stained cheeks and little spaghetti strap dress on from your date straddled his lap and let him fuck you.

bsf!sunoo who said things like “i’ve always wanted you y/n.” and “you’re so beautiful.” during your first time with him.

bsf!sunoo who got whiny and whimpery during sex with you, saying things like, “i need more, y/n~” and “you’re a princess~”

bsf!sunoo who fingered you under the table across from your boyfriend who you broke up with at the end of the day. you loved every minute of it.

bsf!sunoo who fucked you better than any other guy had. especially after breaking up with your boyfriend. “i can do it way better than he can…” he’d purr into your ear.

bsf!sunoo who liked to fuck you everywhere. he was very possessive of you, and got jealous very easily. you were his one and only.

bsf!sunoo who was careful not to get caught as he slid your panties to the side and fucked you in a tiny dress inside of a bathroom stall in the mall. saying “shh~” too your moans every once in a while.

bsf!sunoo who you took all his cum inside the bathroom stall. savoring every last drop knowing you were leaking in your panties of his cum while walking around the mall.

bsf!sunoo who always called you when he was at work and you were horny, instructing you to touch yourself and since he worked in an office, he usually got off to the pictures you’d send him.

bsf!sunoo who loved when you wore lingerie for him. admiring every inch of your body before kissing it and making love to you.

bsf!sunoo who loved fingering you and eating you out. it was one of his favorite things to see you squirm and whimper from his touch.

bsf!sunoo who ate your pussy like it was a meal and he was a starving man. not wasting a drop of you as he ate you out and made you squirt all over his tongue.

bsf!sunoo “good girl… don’t stop until it’s all over my face.” he’d beg, or maybe even demand. your thighs shaking as he held both of them apart.

[jenlunes]

“Brother’s bestfriend is off-limits.”

Part 3

Disclaimer:

This story contains themes of romance, implied sexual situations, emotional tension, and heartbreak. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are over 18.

(Masterlist — Part 1/part 2)

Let’s dive into the story:

There was silence.

Or at least, that’s what the two of you thought.

Sunghoon didn’t seem to notice it—but you did. The calm, steady footsteps approaching your room. Slow. Measured. Familiar.

Your heartbeat quickened with each step that drew closer, louder in your ears than it had any right to be.

Sunghoon tilted his head slightly, waiting for your response to his question, confusion flickering across his face when you remained silent.

Then suddenly—

The footsteps stopped.

The stillness that followed felt like a warning before a storm.

The door handle turned.

Your breath caught in your throat as the door slowly opened, and Sunghoon glanced over his shoulder to see who it was.

It was…

Heeseung.

His eyes darkened almost instantly, his jaw tightening as he stepped fully inside. He scanned the room slowly, deliberately — taking in Sunghoon standing near you, then you sitting there, your damp hair falling over your shoulders.

His gaze lingered for half a second too long.

He tilted his head slightly.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, his tone low — not loud, not angry — but edged with something far more dangerous.

You shook your head immediately, a little too quickly.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, glanced at Heeseung only briefly before looking back at you, his posture relaxed — almost careless.

“But I think I am,” Heeseung added, stepping further into the room.

“No, you’re not,” you said, trying to steady your voice.

“That’s good then.”

The corner of his lips twitched faintly — not quite a smile.

Sunghoon finally turned fully toward him. “I came earlier, but you weren’t here. I asked her, and I was just waiting for you. What took you so long?”

Heeseung held his gaze evenly. “There was some work left unfinished.”

Sunghoon nodded once.

“You could’ve called me,” Heeseung said calmly.

“I was about to,” Sunghoon replied.

The silence that followed made it painfully obvious that he wasn’t.

Heeseung let out a soft chuckle — low, quiet — the kind that didn’t reach his eyes.

You avoided looking directly at either of them, your gaze fixed somewhere between the floor and the edge of your desk.

But then — accidentally — your eyes drifted upward.

They stopped at his neck.

And you saw it.

A faint mark, barely hidden beneath his collar. Dark enough to be noticed. Familiar enough to make your stomach tighten.

You quickly looked down again, heat rising to your cheeks before you could stop it.

Heeseung noticed.

Of course he did.

His eyes flickered with quiet amusement, and a slow smirk curved onto his lips — subtle, almost lazy.

He didn’t say anything.

He didn’t have to.

Sunghoon noticed the hickey on Heeseung’s neck, the faint, imperceptible smirk tugging at his lips, and the soft flush creeping across your cheeks.

“I should go now,” Sunghoon said, his voice breaking the silence as he stepped toward the door.

Heeseung nodded quietly, as if he were about to follow—but paused for a fraction longer, watching.

You didn’t want him to leave. You wanted to speak, to stop him—but your voice caught in your throat. You stayed silent.

Heeseung noticed.

The smirk vanished from his face, replaced by a tense line of his jaw, so tight it almost looked like it might break.

He said nothing—not yet.

—

They both left your room.

Sunghoon was about to slide into his car when Heeseung’s voice cut through the air, low and controlled.

“Just wondering… why are you leaving if you came here for me?”

Sunghoon froze for a moment. “What do you mean?”

Heeseung chuckled, a dark, quiet sound that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean… but forget it,” he said, stepping back into the shadows.

Sunghoon was about to speak again—but before a word could leave his lips, Heeseung had already walked away.

Sunghoon sighed softly and slid into his car.

—

Heeseung returned shortly after and noticed you in the living room, staring out the window, lost in thought.

“What are you looking for now?” he asked, his voice low, almost dangerous.

“N-nothing,” you murmured, avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me when I speak,” he said, the command firm but calm.

You lifted your eyes, meeting his stare.

“Good,” Heeseung said, a quiet weight in his tone, before turning and walking back to his room.

You let out a small, shaky sigh, your chest tight, heart still racing from the storm that had just passed.

—

It had been days since Sunghoon’s last visit, and now even Heeseung had started being distant.

You had talked with Ningning about it, and she had comforted you, saying softly, “Give him space.”

You tried—tried to ignore the nagging ache curling in the back of your mind.

You tried to speak with Heeseung, but his responses were always clipped, distant. “I’m busy,” he would say, and that was it.

—

Later, you went out with Ningning to try the new café that had opened a few weeks ago. You’d heard so many glowing reviews, and the thought of a warm drink and a quiet corner seemed like the perfect distraction.

The café was only a few minutes’ walk from your house, so the two of you chose to stroll there.

On the way, you noticed a familiar figure.

Sunghoon.

But he wasn’t alone.

He was with a girl.

The girl was Chloe—the same one he had mentioned to Heeseung weeks ago.

Their fingers were tangled together as they walked, their laughter light and easy. They looked… happy.

Ningning followed your gaze and saw them too.

It was painfully obvious.

They were together.

And you? You were just someone in the background of Sunghoon’s life—a step-sister of his best friend, someone who had nursed a small crush quietly for years.

He could never be yours.

He belonged to Chloe.

Your vision blurred, a lump rising in your throat as you fought to stop the tears. Ningning reached for your hand and squeezed it gently, her own eyes full of understanding.

“I can’t believe it,” you whispered.

“It’s alright,” Ningning murmured, pressing a comforting hand to your shoulder.

You and Ningning walked away quickly, careful not to be noticed by Sunghoon—or even Chloe.

But you knew, deep down, that Sunghoon had already seen you.

The rest of the day, Ningning stayed with you at your house. She did everything she could to make you laugh, or at least coax a small smile from your lips, her presence a warm comfort against the ache in your chest.

Heeseung, on the other hand, had overheard snippets of your conversation with Ningning. Since then, he had completely avoided you.

He was furious—angry at the mixed signals you had given him, especially knowing that your heart still belonged to Sunghoon.

It felt unfair, the way his quiet hurt mirrored your own.

You wanted him back. You didn’t know how.

Days had passed.

You finally mustered up the courage to confront Heeseung, to ask him why he had been so distant. Why he was acting like this.

It felt like the perfect opportunity.

He was sitting at the table, sipping his coffee, his eyes on his phone.

“Heeseung?” you said softly.

He didn’t respond.

“Please… just listen to me, for once,” you added, your voice tinged with desperation.

He looked up, his gaze sharp. “Go on. Speak.”

“Why aren’t you talking to me? Did I… did I do something wrong?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You did something wrong?” Heeseung’s tone was harsh, cutting. “I have to salute your courage for asking that question with such audacity.”

You flinched and looked down, your stomach twisting.

He leaned back slightly, taking a slow sip of his coffee before continuing, his voice low but sharp:

“But I guess you still want to know. Fine. You give me mixed signals. You slept with me a few days ago… but your heart belongs to Sunghoon, not me.”

He set the cup down, his jaw tight.

“Do you think this is fair? For me?”

The end.

—

Author’s note: “I’m thinking about ending it here… what do you all think?”

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Part 4

[romanticnoo]

How do we feel about obsessed chauffeur Sunoo and Actress reader....?

Cause am I cooking something up!

Very rough draft btw ^

Also for you lovely people that sent in requests in working on them‼!

[kitysugar]

guess ! ~ sim jaehyun , kim sunoo x reader

ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 제이크 + 선우] ☆ You and your lovely boyfriend, Kim Sunoo have been together for just over three and a half years. you couldn't ask for a better lover, he was sweet, kind, gentle, and overall perfect. Sunoo knew that you were gorgeous, a lot of men came up to you on the daily. but he pays it no mind because at the end of the day, he's the one your screaming and writhing under. nothing could get in the way of your relationship, that was until your mutual best friend started to try and pry himself in your relationship. it started with small texts, and it led up to him listening to you and Sunoo having sex through the walls as Sunoo and him are roomies. you obviously tried to push Jake away, but all your attempts failed. so you decided to keep it a secret,, that was until Sunoo saw Jake trying to fill up on you at a party and decided to drag you home for some explanation.

Word count: 6000

bff! dom! Jake / bf! dom! Sunoo x sub! reader.

face sitting, face fucking, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, finger sucking, slight cnc, degrading, praise, manhandling, spanking, biting, threesome, humiliation, choking, voyeurism, dirty talk, cum eating, gagging, overstimulation, hints at double penetration (ohhh yesss). this is so fucking nasty I apologize..... I am absolutely shameless tehehe don't say I didn't warn you

you and your boyfriend, Kim Sunoo, have been together for the last three and a half years. the two of you met in college and were really good friends for two years before you decided to make it official. since then, your relationship has been nothing short of perfect. the two of you love each other more than anything and you couldn't ever ask for a better boyfriend. nothing could get inbetween the two of you...

...that was until your mutual best friend, sim jaehyun, or Jake as everyone else called him, started trying to make passes at you.

Jake was someone that Sunoo introduced you to when you became his friend, and ever since Jake laid eyes on you, he knew he was fucked because it was so unbelievably obvious that Sunoo had the biggest crush on you, and he obviously couldn't do that to his best friend. so for the last five and a half years, Jake kept quiet about his infatuation with you.

believe him, he really tried to keep quiet. That was until he heard you and Sunoo having a small disagreement out in the living room one night and Jake decided to drunkenly text you something that sparked everything that went down.

"if I was your boyfriend, I would never speak to you like that" the funny thing about that text was that you and your lover weren't even arguing, you were having a disagreement about something so insignificant you don't even remember it. of course Jake being under the influence took your guys' heated conversation and turned it into something it wasn't.

since then, he's been slowly sending you messages that range from "god you're so beautiful" to "I wish I was the one leaving those hickeys on your neck".

Jake ended up getting more bold with his actions. he would pretend to leave the building whenever you would come over and would would purposely sneak into the shared apartment around twenty minutes later because he knew there would be a chance that you and Sunoo were going at it. he found it sickening yet so blissful that he got to listen to your moans as Sunoo was tearing you apart. he loved it so much that when he would listen to your pretty sounds from the other side of the wall, he would often jerk himself off, imagining it was him fucking you instead of Sunoo. he felt disgusting and so fucking guilty he would think about his best friends girlfriend like that, but it was his dirty little secret.

So here you were now, at a party that one of Sunoo's friends, park jongseong, or jay, threw as an end of the semester celebration. His house was littered with sweaty people and alcohol, so you decided to stay attached to your boyfriend's side because you're not really one for parties, but you showed up anyways to support your lover.

"I'm going to go get another drink, you want something?" Sunoo looks at you with rosy cheeks and you can't help but kiss them. you shake your head with a smile.

"okay, ill be back in a sec, pretty" he compliments you before disappearing into the crowd. you feel someones eyes on you after a couple minutes of being left alone in the corner of the room.

your eyes dart around the crowded area, trying to find whoever it was that was causing you to shift uncomfortably.

"hi y/n" you hear from beside you. you jump at the sudden, deep whisper in your ear and turn to the side, your eyes finding jakes.

"oh hi Jake, I didn't know you were here" you smile up at him. he returns your kind gesture and leans on the wall next to you, taking a sip of his drink in the red plastic cup.

"where's Sunoo?" he asks, speaking into the cup. you shift uncomfortably at his words because you know he's not asking that out of curiosity.

"he went to go get another drink" you say shortly, praying that he would show up soon. you cross your arms over your stomach and look around trying to find your lover, but much to your dismay, you couldn't spot him anywhere.

"shame, he left such a pretty girl alone in a room full of men" he side eyes you before taking another drink.

"Jake please, ive tried telling you so many time to lea-" your words are cut short as Jake pushes you back against a wall, his tall frame leaning over yours. you look up at him, squirming under his gaze.

"what- what are you doing?" you asked, shock written all over your face. and to be honest, Jake doesn't even know what he's doing.

"you're so pretty..." he says, staring at you. you look for an escape, but his arms trap you against the wall and all you want to do is sink down onto the floor. you hope Sunoo comes back soon to help you.

"Jake pl-please leave me alone" your arms are still crossed as you look away from him. Jake doesn't like this and he moves his head at an angle where you have to look at him.

"Jake, you're going to ruin your friendship with Sunoo. I don't feel the same way." you tell him, trying to get him to catch your hints. Jake listens to your words, feeling guilty at the mention of his friend. maybe it was time to leave you alone.. hell he's been trying to chase someone he never had a chance of winning for the past couple years. he dips his head down, moving to the side with a sigh

"im sorr-" Jake is interrupted as Sunoo comes into his field of vision. he's standing across the room, his arms folded over his chest as he stares at the two of you with a harsh glare. you automatically freeze, not knowing what to do.

your mind goes into overdrive, knowing how bad it looked from his point of view.

Sunoo walks over to the two of you, grabbing your wrist harshly, ushering you out of the building. He looks at Jake before pulling you with him.

"We're leaving, now." is all he says before you're forced into the car, scared out of your mind at what's about to happen.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

"Sunoo please, it's not what it looked like!" you beg him to listen, but he's not believing you.

"oh yeah? it looked like my best fucking friend was coming onto you in the middle of a party and you didn't even push him off of you." he said, his arms folded over his chest as he snaps back at you from across the room. you ball your hands into fists at your sides.

"sun, I promise you I would never do anything to hurt you..." you plea, and Sunoo clenches his jaw at your words.

"prove it." he says, holding his hand out. you stare at his hand, knowing exactly what he wants.

"Sunoo...-"

"give me your fucking phone, y/n." he snaps and you hurry to pull your phone out of your pocket and place it in his palm. its dead silent as Sunoo goes through yours and Jakes messages. he's reading every single text Jake has ever sent you. his jaw clenches, his fist tightens, and he tongues his cheek multiple times. he sets your phone down with an aggravated huff, sitting down on the couch with his legs pulled apart in a man spread. his forearms are pressed into his knees as he racks his hands through his hair.

"why didn't you tell me?" he says, not looking up at you. you can't find the right words, too nervous to speak to your boyfriend. he gives you a few seconds before speaking again.

"answer my question, y/n." he says in an even meaner tone.

"I was scared.." your voice is shaking and it breaks Sunoo's heart just a little. he saw in the texts that you weren't feeding into jakes delusions, but he finds it cute how obedient you are in this state, so he plays along.

"scared of what exactly?" he asks, tilting his head up to look at you.

"I was- was scared that your guys' friendship would be ruined and you would leave me..." you speak silently, telling the truth. Sunoo shakes his head and coos at you.

"oh baby, I know you weren't entertaining his games on purpose, but that still doesn't help the fact that you didn't tell me. its almost like you enjoyed the small amounts of attention he was giving you. are you that much of a little whore, y/n?" he stands up, looking down at you from across the room. you gasp at his mean words, not understanding where this side of your kind boyfriend came from, but a sick and twisted part of you isn't complaining. he tongues his cheek again before continuing.

"im not going to leave you, sweet. but I do have to punish you, understand?" you look up at him, dumb struck. he kicks the small coffee table to the side and manhandles you into the air, slinging you over his shoulder. you yelp in surprise at his strength. you struggle and kick in his grasp, begging him to put you down.

"s-sunoo what are you doing! put me down!" you plea, but he doesn't listen. he lifts his hand and lands a sharp "spank!" to your ass, and you whine in response.

suddenly, an idea pops into sunoo's head as he passes jakes bedroom door, halting his steps. he chuckles to himself as he spins you around, kicking Jakes door open with his foot before throwing you on the bed. you land with a yelp on top of the comfortable mattress. you scramble onto your knees to watch your boyfriends movements. he closes the door before unbuttoning his jeans followed by the zip of his zipper.

"what- what are we doing in jakes room?" your dumb question only makes Sunoo bite his lips with a smirk. he leaves his pants unzipped, peeling his shirt up and over his head and throwing it to the side of his room to be forgotten. your mouth instantly waters at his lean, tone figure and all you want to do is jump on him.

Sunoo slowly stalks towards you, gripping the base of your jaw and throat in his hand tightly, forcing you to look at him.

"I'm going to fuck you in Jake's bed until he comes home. I dont care how long it takes, im going to show him who you belong to." he says, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on the side of your mouth. the grip around you throat disappears as Sunoo backs away from the bed and sits in jakes gaming chair, watching you helplessly squirm.

"strip." is all he says to you. his tone of voice is demanding and you can't help but obey your boyfriend. you lift your shirt over your head and toss it to the side, doing the same thing with your jeans until you're wearing nothing besides your lacy pink panties that match your bra. Sunoo covers his mouth with his palm and chuckles into it.

"you're so fucking beautiful" he says staring at you. his words make a deep blush form on your cheeks as you move your hands to unclasp your bra, but Sunoo stops you before you can.

"nuhuh, keep it on love." you look at him in confusion as he stands up and walks towards you. one of his hands snakes behind your back, unclasping it in one, quick motion. he takes the flimsy fabric and throws it onto Jake's gaming desk on top of his keyboard.

you go to look over at it, but Sunoo places to fingers on your forehead and pushes your body down onto the blanket covering Jakes bed. when you arch your back to look behind you, your eyes face the closed door, so whoever was to walk in would get a view of the back of your head, and an even clearer view of Sunoo in front of you, facing your aching pussy.

you sit up on your forearms to watch your boyfriend as he gets down onto his stomach. he throws your legs over his shoulders as he settles between your thighs, his eyes locked onto yours as he does so. his hands massage your skin gently before one of them makes its way to your clothed clit. you sniffle back a whine at his actions and throw your head back.

Sunoo chuckles at your reaction and starts rubbing slow, concentrated circles on your clothed bundle of muscles. your hips grind into his hand, begging for more friction.

Your lover grants you your wish, pulling your panties to the side as his cold fingers slip through your wet folds with ease. you moan at the sensation of his digits massaging carefully up and down your slit, gathering your slick onto his fingers before he slides two of them in with ease.

you whimper into the air as your hips buck, causing Sunoo to chuckle at your reaction simply at his fingers. you can feel his breath fan your heat, he's so close to you.

"s-suunn please-" you whine, begging for him to move.

"patience baby.." he says before darting his tongue out to lick a small stripe up to your clit. your hands fly to his hair with a tug.

"you want me to eat you out sweet girl? want me to make you wet jakes bed so he know's you're mine?" he speaks into your cunt and his deep voice sends electric shocks through your pussy that ripple throughout your entire body

"y-yyes please sun, wan' you to make me cum all over Jakes bed please" you grind your hips up, signaling to him how needy you were. His fingers start to pump in and out of your gummy walls with a wet squelching sound that echoes off the walls in unison with your needy whines. His fingers curl up inside you at the same time his mouth latches around your clit, sucking on your nerves. he begins to eat you out, your pretty panties getting soaked in the process.

you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as Sunoo sucks and bites at your clit, his fingers grazing your sweet spot over and over. your whines quickly turn into frantic moans as he picks up the pace. your grip in his hair turns into pulling as his mouth moves ruthlessly against you. your juices coming to coat his chin that drip down onto the blankets of jakes bed, soaking the material.

You feel a knot begin to form in your lower abdomen, it's achy and needing to unravel. Your moans turn into mewls as your legs begin to shake in sunoos hold.

suddenly, you hear the front door open and close, and you feel like you're about to fucking die. your back collapses onto the bed and your hands let go of sunoos hair, coming up to cover your mouth. your boyfriend doesn't like that very much, but lets you do so anyways.

"hmm, you hear that angel? seems as if the man of the hour has returned home" he says into your dripping cunt, continuing to lap up your juices with his tongue and sucking harshly on your clit.

The coil in your stomach quickly starts to come undone, but you aren't able to finish as a particular blonde haired man walks into his room, freezing in place with his hand on the doorknob.

you arch your back, looking behind you at the man in utter embarrassment as you feel Sunoo's mouth detach from your clit. Sunoo's breath fans you as he chuckles.

"don't be so shy now Jake. didn't you want to see her like this?" he sits up, but not before he takes one more, long lick up the slit of your cunt. your juices drip off his chin as you look at your boyfriend, your face as red as a tomato.

"what's going on.." Jake has never seen Sunoo so,,, dominant and bold, it honestly shocks him that he had enough confidence to fuck you in his bed.

"you wanna touch her?" Sunoo responds to Jake as you feel like you're about to explode, both men eye fucking you as you lay in the middle of their eyes almost completely naked. Jake's silence looms over the three of you, and all you want to do is scream and run out of the room, but you want to see where this leads... so you stay put in silence.

"y/n, how about we let jakey touch you for a while hmm? would you like that pretty?" your jaw slacks open in shock at your boyfriends words. Jake clenches his jaw and walks further into the room, closing the door behind him as he crosses his arms.

"b-but sunoo..." you lean on your forearms, looking at your boyfriend to make sure he's serious. he looks at Jake, and then at you.

"I don't mind sweet girl, I promise. you want Jake to touch you? wanna see who can fuck you better?" his hands rub gentle circles on your thighs waiting for your answer. you lean down so your back hits the mattress. you stretch your arm above your head as you reach out for Jake to grab your hand.

Jake eye balls the two of you with so many questions running through his mind. His jaw tightens as a smirk slowly creeps its way to his face.

"Jake..." you say breathlessly, making his cock tighten in his jeans.

"c'mon Jake, you wanted to fuck her so badly. nows your only opportunity because she's mine and I feel good enough to share." Sunoo has always wanted to watch you be fucked by someone else, but he's never really acted on it or said anything about it because you didn't seem like the type of person to want to share. But now that the opportunity is right in front of his face and you seem okay enough to let someone else, your best friend, touch you, he's gonna jump at it. especially since the person he's inviting in is someone you're

A. already comfortably with and

B. someone who's always wanted to fuck you,

Jake and him would both be morons to let something like this slide.

Jake cocks his head to the side and walks towards you, his hand slipping inside yours as the other unbuttons his jeans and unzips his zipper. the sound has you clenching around nothing. Sunoo sits back on his knees and watches your actions.

your body sits up and you begin to sit on your knees, facing Jake. you place your hands on the beltloops of his jeans and help him tug them down. the tent in his boxers prominent and huge. you then run your hands up his shirt, feeling his toned body underneath your fingers. you help Jake slide his shirt up as he takes it off and throws it somewhere in the room.

he's so strong as his arms are muscular and his abs are defined. Jake moves his hand to cup your cheek as he leans down, making direct eye contact with sunoo before he kisses you deeply. your arms reach up to wrap around jakes neck, pulling him onto the bed. he chuckles into your mouth at your impatience, his hands finding your waist as he sits down on the bed, pulling you into his lap.

you move your hips to grind down onto his hardening cock, a whine exiting your throat in the process. one of jakes hands moves to your throat with a squeeze, forcing you to break the kiss. Jake looks over at sunoo and all three of your faces are coated in a deep blush.

"wanna help me fuck this whore dumb?" normally, sunoo wouldn't let anyone talk about his girl like that, but the way you whine at his words makes him want to grab you and stuff you full in every one of your holes. sunoo smirks at Jake before standing up and pulling down his jeans to reveal his hard cock, springing up and slapping his abdomen in the process. Jake leans back so he's now laying completely down onto the bed, the back of his head facing sunoos body as you still sit pettily on his lap.

you dont know what's happening as sunoo grabs you roughly to stand up onto the floor. he forces your panties down below your ankles as he picks you up into the air again, sitting you back down on Jake but only this time, you're sat on his chest.

you put two and two together and look up at sunoo through your lashes. he grips your face, squishing your cheeks together as he coos at you.

"such a pretty girl, wouldn't you agree Jake?"

Jake cups your ass, moving your heat closer to his face as you frantically wrap your arms around sunoos body. your pussy hovers over jakes mouth as his hot breath fans you.

"the prettiest" he says before forcing your hips down. his tongue laps at your folds quickly and you moan rather loudly. sunoo lets go of your face and just as you're about to fall forward into him, he grabs your hair and forces you to lean backwards. you shriek in pain and you look up into your boyfriends eyes while you grind your hips into jakes face, moans spilling from your lips as you gently claw at sunoos back.

"you wanna suck my cock baby? wanna make a mess all over Jake's face as I make a mess all over yours?" he smiles at you and all you can do is nod your head as whines and whimpers drip off your tongue. sunoo steps closer to you, his dick now right in front of your face. you unwrap one of your hands from your boyfriend and grip the base of his cock, pumping it a couple times before you begin to kitten lick his pink tip.

Jake spanks your ass as you jolt in his hold as sunoo forces you to take his tip into your mouth. you hollow out your cheeks as you begin to suck him off, your moans vibrating sunoos cock which creates even more stimulation. sunoo begins to moan at your actions, the grip in your hair never leaving.

Jake moves his hand and slides two fingers into you, pumping his digits in and out of your slime coated, spongey walls. you groan at the new sensation and start sucking your boyfriend faster, your tongue swirling around his dick and rubbing up against the bottom of his shaft against one of his bigger veins. his tip hits the back of your throat as you moan and choke around him, and it sends sunoos head flying back as his Adams apple bobs up and down.

jakes fingers curl up inside you, kissing your sweet spot and you scream into sunoos dick, which causes you to pull off of him. but before you can fully release his cock from your mouth, Sunoo's hand in your hair stops you from doing so as his eyes snap to yours. you look into your boyfriends eyes through teary eyelashes as he speaks

"I don't think so" is all he says before he's forcing you onto his dick, his tip hitting the back of your throat again. your air supply limited to almost nothing as you breathe in slightly through your nose. you gulp the best you can and you run your tongue along the underside of sunoo's dick, moaning at Jake's tongue lapping at your abused cunt.

your legs begin to shake around Jakes head and his tongue works faster at you and his fingers split you open, your walls fluttering around his digits.

the previous knot from before begins to form in your tummy again and with another harsh slap to your ass from Jake, your hips buck down onto his mouth as you squirt all over him and his fingers, your moans helping sunoo come to his orgasm as well as he shoots ropes of cum deep into your throat. he throws his head back with a loud groan as he thrusts his hips into your face a couple times, making sure you get every single drop of his seed before forcing you to detach from his cock. you swallow his cum without him even telling you to do so, earning you a head pat.

"such a good girl for us yeah?" sunoo says as Jake slides out from underneath you. you collapse onto your knees and you feel a pair of hands on your hips from behind you. Jake pulls you into his lap, his hard cock pressed against your back and you lean into his chest. your eyes already feel heavy and Jake begins to trail feather light kisses down the skin of your neck

"such a tired girl hmm?" Jake coos and you nod your head at his words. sunoo makes eye contact with Jake, an idea running through his head. sunoo makes his way to jakes gaming chair and sits down, deciding to watch instead of join in until he feels a need to.

One of jakes hands makes its way to one of your perky boobs, pinching and twisting your sensitive nub as the other snakes its way to your swollen clit, rubbing slow, concentrated shapes on your wet folds. you lean your head back onto jakes shoulder as he sucks deep purple barks onto your skin, licking them after as if to soothe them. you whine and holt in his grasp as he does so, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter as the most delicious tears start dripping down your thighs. your pussy clenches around nothing as Jake whispers into your ear

"want me to fuck you, sweetheart? use your body to my advantage" he licks and bites your lobe and you nod your head in pure ecstasy. he slaps your clit and you feel yourself approaching another orgasm. Your best friend takes note of your shaking and scoffs

"you're so fucking filthy" he lands another slap to your abused cunt, one after the other as you start whimpering. Jakes hand that's playing with your nipples makes its way to your throat and chokes you. your start to feel light headed as you push your back into Jake's front farther, his mouth still leaving love bruises on your skin.

"cum for me darling, let me know how weak I make you" One more harsh slap has you squirting all over the bed, you shakingly turn your head to bury yourself into jakes neck with a hushed scream.

Jakes fingers gently help you come down from your high, massaging kitten-soft patterns into your clit. Jaehyun then bites your neck roughly as you scream again, his hands grabbing you harshy, forcing your body into another position as a yelp exits your throat and bounces off the walls. Jake customs to his needs as he forces your chest and face down into the mattress with your ass in the air, contorting your body into a painful arch. you hear shuffling behind you as Jake moves to take off his boxers. his hard cock springs out of his boxers, leaking precum. You feel his fingers move up and down the slit of your inflamed pussys folds, coating his digits in your slick.

after a minute of him coaxing you, you feel his dick prod at your entrance before he forces his pale pick tip into your hole. there's a slight, painful stretch as you grind your hips backwards. Jake doesn't like this and decides to spank you even rougher than the times before. a harsh slap to your ass that leaves a red handprint on your skin.

"dont fucking move" you hear him say from behind you. you screech at the pain, but your hole clenches around his tip. Jake bites his lower lip with a groan as he smacks your ass again, and again, and again.

your walls flutter around him, your juices flowing down his cock and coat his balls.

He lands one more rough slap to your ass before forcing his entire length into your cunt. you choke out a sob as he fills you up completely, his balls hitting your clit as he bottoms out inside you. you go to sit up on your forearms but one of jakes hands tangles in your hair and forces your face down into the mattress as he begins thrusting inside of you at a rough, fast pace. your muffled cries fill the room and sunoo can't help but start fisting his cock as he watches his best friend fuck you senseless.

"oh my god ur'e so fuckin' tight" Jake says as he lands another slap to your ass before raking his nails down your back. you clench around him with a scream and your legs kick the bed as your arms thrash around the mattress before grabbing at the blankets beside your head.

jakes dick presses your cervix and you jump in his hold, trying to get him to slow down, but he doesn't budge. his arms wrap around your hips and force your body to stay in the arch, taking every single inch of his huge cock. you move your face from the sheets and you make direct eye contact with sunoo. you notice how he's pumping himself as hushed moans exit his mouth.

You reach for your boyfriend as your eyes start to roll into the back of your head, saliva dripping out of the corners of your mouth.

Sunoo takes note of your appearance and he feels like he's going to go insane. He stands up and makes his way towards you. Jake unwraps his arms from your waist to hold your hips in place as his pace never lets up, as a matter of fact, he fucks into you faster.

You push your hips back into him, meeting his every thrust as you sit up on your forearms. sunoo stands in front of you, watching as your face contorts into one of pleasure.

You look at your boyfriend and whimper towards him. you flutter around jakes cock as he keeps your hips steady, his nails digging into your skin, almost making you bleed. his hips snap against the plush of your now red ass, looking up at sunoo with a deep blush coating your cheeks and parted lips that have the most beautiful sounds coming from them.

"you close, sweetheart?" he asks you, his hand coming to ghost his fingertips across your cheek, tucking your stray hairs behind your ear. you nod your head as your whines and moans turn into desperate mewls that drip off your tongue so fucking sweetly. he pouts at you before he shoves two of his fingers down your throat, gagging you. you chock around his digits and suck harshly, your saliva coating his fingers as you close your eyes.

sunoo bites his lip as he watches you cream all over jakes cock, squirming in his hold as you fall apart in his hands. you thrash your legs around as overstimulation starts to cloud your senses. Sunoo takes his saliva coated fingers out of your mouth and laces them in your hair, yanking your head up roughly as you sit up on your knees and collapse into jakes chest as he lets go of your hair.

Jakes thrusts dont falter as sunoo crawls onto the bed facing you, his hand coming down to your clit and rubbing harshly on your mound of muscle. you scream and wrap your arms around sunoos figure, your clit and hole beginning to spasm as Jake feels his cock twitch before shooting ropes of his white seed deep inside of you, but that doesn't stop him from rutting his hips up into you.

Jakes hands wrap around your body and head towards your breasts, massaging your plump boobs and pinching your swollen nipples once again. sunoos free hand comes to your throat as he wraps his fingers around you, forcing your head back to the junction of jakes neck.

Jakes face moves down to your shoulder, his teeth creating dibbits into your skin that go perfectly with his previous paintings that litter your neck and shoulder. everything is so hot as the three of you exchange sweat, juices and moans.

the sight of you is disgusting, being sandwiched between your best friend and your boyfriend. you would have never guess that by the end of the day, the two closest men in your life would be fucking you absolutely stupid and you're enjoying

every. fucking. second of it.

Yours and Jake's mixed fluids drip down your thighs and pool onto the bedding.

"you're such a pretty little slut, you're squeezin' me so tight, babydoll" Jake whispers in your ear, your nails digging into sunoos back making him bleed. He chuckles at your reaction before letting go of your body completely, wrapping his arms around your frame and forcing you off of jakes cock so easily, like a tiny little doll.

Jake, as if he read your boyfriends mind, stands up off the bed as sunoo throws you onto your back, your head slightly hanging off the side of the bed. Your boyfriend throws your legs over his shoulders and forces his tip into your puffy, swollen cunt that's still pulsating, even without it being touched. you feel your brain begin to start hazing over as sunoo begins to slowly push his length inside you, the familiar shape of his cock making your head dizzy and your breathing unstable.

As his cock fully stuffs you, Jake's cum still seeping out of your hole, sunoo moves one of his hands to your nipple and starts twisting and tugging on it, the other making sure your legs dont fall from his shoulders. you see Jake come into your field of vision, the man lingering over you.

He takes the tip of his cock and taps it against your swollen lips, your lipgloss smeared on the corners of your mouth from earlier. you can't help yourself when you open your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out waiting. Jake lets out a stream of curses, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he taps his sensitive tip to your warm tongue.

"ffuck, you're such a pretty girl y/n, wanna suck my cock, take my cum like a good little girl hmm?" you nod your head, gripping your last bit of sanity as Jake places his pink tip onto your tongue, slowly pushing his dick into your mouth.

Sunoo smacks one of your tits, a scream radiates from your body, sending electric shocks straight from your mouth right into jakes cock and through his body. without warning, they both start thrusting their hips. sunoo splitting you in half through your pussy, Jake doing so from your mouth.

You breathe in through your nose as Sunoo's hips ruthlessly smack against your ass, his fingers playing with your sensitive nubs on your breasts.

"oh my god" Jake mewls from above you, his abdomen gently hitting your chin as you close your eyes, sobbing around his length. your hands grip the soiled bedding below you, your knuckles turning white with how hard your clenching them in your fists.

Sunoo's cock kisses your sweet spot as you arch your back into the air. your moans are like a chant caused by the both of them. squelching noises radiate from your vagina and choked, gurgling moans babble from your mouth mixed with the sound of skin slapping and moans from the two fucking demons tearing your body apart fill the room- more like the entire god damn apartment.

sunoo lets go of your tit and shoves your legs off of his shoulders, falling on either side of him as he grabs your already bruised hips in a rough hold, lifting your ass into the air as he pounds into you. his dick twitches as your walls start to spasm around him, your orgasm approaching quickly.

"aww, my pretty little angel, you like it when Jake n' I split you apart dont you?" you nod at Sunoo's words, gurgling around Jake as he speaks next

"what a filthy fucking slut we have on our hands, hmm?" you swallow around him, making Jake fling his head back with a moan before pushing his whole length to the back of your throat and holding it there as you choke, hot tears spilling from your eyes as Jake shoots his seed deep into the back of your throat, not even giving you an opportunity to spit it out. his cum leaks from the corners of your mouth as you attempt to swallow his load.

"oh fuck, cum for me darling, sso fuck- n-ngh, good a-ah" sunoo talks you through your orgasm, squirting all over his abdomen as he cums deep inside of you. you can literally feel the warmth spread through your tummy as your back collapses onto the bed. Jake pulls his cock out of you as does sunoo and your eyes start to close.

Jake harshly picks you up and sets you on sunoos lap, setting you up for a cowgirl position on your boyfriend. you grab onto his shoulders as he lays down, your back arching against his body. Jake grabs your hips and forces your ass into the air, spreading your cheeks apart as your entrance hovering over sunoos- somehow- still hard shaft. you quickly look around in denial, frantic as to what is about to happen. sunoo notices your change of demeanor and grabs your face, forcing you to look at him.

"you're okay baby, its okay, take deep breaths" he says, instantly calming you down. you lay your head on his chest as he signals to Jake with a head nod.

Jake slaps your ass once more, the feeling of his dick prodding at your ass making you whine.

"you really didn't think we were done with you, did you doll?"

[nodoubtily]

MMMM THE WAY-

Fuck. The way I’d actually showcase my cunt to him.

TW:// smut so mdni! Switch!Sunoo x Switch!Fem!Reader, p in v, dirty talk, degrading as fuckkkk, possessiveness, talks of edging but not really detailed, not proofread as this was written at 1:11 am. UPDATE: proofread at 3:28 am

Not your fucking good boy.

“Please-“ he begs, his hands scrunching the bedsheets because you so cruelly won’t let him touch you. And normally he’d be a brat, but he actually wants to fucking cum.

“I don’t know. I feel like you can beg better then that.” You giggle, so happy he’s under your control. “You wanna cum?”

That question opens up a barrage of frustration-filled cries of desperation.

“Yes, oh god- please!” He begs as your hand speeds up around his shaft again before quickly letting go completely, denying yet another orgasm.

“Not good enough. Do you not want to cum? You don’t want to finally release?” You’re laughing, feigning a shocked expression.

“What do you fucking think?” His question stops your wrist moving, but he doesn’t really flinch. Instead, his larger hand grabs your wrist and flings it away from his cock, before moving up to your arm as he manhandles you under him. He straddles your stomach, annoyance covering his face. “Asking stupid fucking questions as if I haven’t been begging.”

He grabs your (his) shirt, pulling it off your body. Thankfully, you’re only wearing panties under, so your pretty breasts are on display. He then moves off you, ripping your flimsy panties off. You, out of instinct, go to close your legs when he wrenches them open, sliding himself in between, his hot throbbing cock resting on your clit.

“Sunoo- you’re not being a very good boy-“ your breath hitches as he slowly starts grinding over your crotch. “Right now.”

“Do you really think you’re in the position to say shit like that? I suggest you keep that dirty mouth closed before I put it to good use.” And for some reason, that shuts you up.

Sunoo pulls back far enough where his cock doesn’t touch your folds, until his fingers spread you entrance wide. With a quick thrust, he slams his dick straight in, quickly bottoming out. You exhale a whine elicited with pain mixed with pleasure. He just straight up groans.

“S-sunoo!” You gasp out, adjusting to him.

“Fuck, how is this pussy still so tight?” His voice is laced with whimpers he’s not afraid to let out.

“M-move.” Your hips don’t even get the chance to create friction until Sunoo lowers, one hand clamped around your throat while the other comes to your face, fingers smushing your cheeks as he stares into your soul.

“You aren’t making decisions anymore. All you can do now is lay here like the obedient slut you are and take my sensitive cock. It’s your fault I’m like this now.” After that, he begins moving, hips thrusting in short sharp japs, the sound of skin slapping against skin quickly filling the room. “Edging me, trying to make me beg as if I’m your fucking good boy.”

“You ar-are.” Your voice cracks, airway limited due to his hand grasping your neck like a necklace.

“But you’re not my good girl, are you?” The question irks you, wondering the last time Sunoo was like this. One particular thrust sends desperate vibrations straight to your pussy, clamping your walls tightly around his cock. “Fucking hell.” A breathy moan escaped from his chest. “This fucking pussy- is mine. All. Fucking. Mine- oh fuck.” Every word is followed with a hard thrust, jolting your body. “Whose pussy is this?” He asks, feeling you squeezing him, signalling you’re going to cum shortly.

“M-mine.”

Sunoo stops moving, taking away the warm pleasure that’s been building. “Say that again. I fucking dare you.” His voice sounds dangerous, and you know better than to egg him on more. So you stay silent. That wasn’t going to suffice him either.

“Who’s. Pussy. Does. This. Belong. To?” His throbbing tip kisses your your g-spot, whilst pride and sweet release fight.

“you. This p-pussy is yours.” More whines escape from Sunoo’s throat as he continues to relentlessly pound into you.

Sunoo scoffs. You went from smirking to begging quickly. He laughs as you cum, the walls of your pussy vibrating. “That’s right. Mine.”

@jyikeu THANKS FOR THE IDEA POOKIE

[nagujake]

୨⎯Orange and White Daffodils⎯୧

pairing: coworker!sunoo x obsessedfem!reader

synopsis: You loved Kim Sunoo, and you were gonna make him love you too.

word count: 2.0k

warnings: obsessive/stalker behavior, manipulation, cursing, oral (m rec.)

MDNI

(NOT PROOF READ)

Kim Sunoo. You drove yourself fucking crazy thinking about him. He’s all you could think about, you were obsessed with him. Every single thing about him was perfect. His plump lips, gorgeously clear skin, slim body, and neatly kept hair. You could fantasize all day about him. 

You listened as the seconds on the clock ticked on, chin in your palm. Only 7 minutes and 43 more seconds until you saw him-now 42 seconds, now 41 seconds. You let out a soft hum waiting for his shift to start at 1, you got 3 calming and uninterrupted hours with him. God you loved him. The flowers scattered throughout the shop made the perfect environment for you to daydream. You glanced over at the orange daffodils in the corner and smiled. Orange daffodils are Sunoo’s favorite flower, which you could appreciate because they’re just as beautiful as he is. 

The bell over the front door jingled gently, pulling you from your daze. He’s here, and he’s here earlier than usual. “Hey y/n!” He said excitedly as he approached you. “Hi Sunoo, how are you?”  You asked with a wide smile. “I’m great! I was so happy to see that I worked with you today. How has the day been?” You shrugged “pretty slow, but that’s okay”. He nodded and walked over to the computer, clocking in for the day. He walked back over to you and sat down next to you. “Hey did anyone come in and buy a bouquet of daffodils today?” You bit your lip and tried to think. “Mmm, No I don’t think so, why?” Waving his hand, dismissing you “I was just curious” He looked at you with a bright smile again, his eyes squinting the wider he smiled. “You look pretty tired Sun, are you sleeping okay?” His smile faltered and he pouted “honestly, not really. I’ve honestly been a little freaked out recently” A look of concern painted your features “oh no, why?! What’s going on?” He splayed his arms on the counter and laid his head on top of them. “Some weird stuff has been happening. I’ve been receiving a bouquet of white and orange daffodils like every day, and I don’t know who’s sending them and I keep getting daily letters in the mail from, I’m assuming the same person” You furrowed your eyebrows “you have no idea who is sending them?” He lifted his head “literally no idea. The flowers are from our shop and it sucks because orange daffodils are my favorite and now I don’t even want to look at them because I’m freaked out. And whoever is sending the letters, sends them on this yellow paper with butterflies, and signs it with ‘your girl’ at the bottom. I’m honestly so scared” It was never your intention to scare him. You thought he would find it endearing and sweet.

You put your hand on his shoulder “oh Sunoo, I’m sorry that’s happening. Is there anything I can do to help?” His shoulders dropped and he gave you a small smile “can I come over tonight? I just need to get out of the house a bit” You smiled back at him “of course you can!” He nodded “okay, I’ll just come over when I get off at 7” before you could respond, a customer came through the doors and Sunoo jumped up to greet them. You watched as he walked away and spoke to them like he’d known them forever and not just a few short seconds. Genuinely what wasn’t there to love about him. He was perfect. 

That night, Sunoo had showed up with a giddy smile and happy attitude. You opened the door completely and let him in. “Thank you so much for letting me come over” You bit your lip “absolutely. We honestly should hang out more!” He dipped his head “I agree!” You followed him to the living room and he gently sat on the couch. “Your apartment is so cute y/n” “thank you” you said with a smile, sitting down next to him. “I don’t normally have guests, so I don’t have much to do” He adjusted his position on the couch “we can just watch a drama or something! Don’t worry, I’m easy to please”. A slight blush crept to your cheeks. “Sure” you grabbed the remote on the coffee table and flipped through some options before landing on a random one. 

“Is it okay if I come back tomorrow night as well? It’s been really nice having someone there for me” Sunoo explained. You smiled widely, standing at your front door. “Yes of course. Same time?” He nodded with a smile and waved you goodbye. 

You watched him walk to the end of the hall and quickly closed your front door. You put your back to it for a moment before taking a deep breath and started jumping around. He wanted to be around you and spend time with you, he must be in love with you too. He must want to be with you. 

Sunoo didn’t explore much when he came to your apartment, but if he did, he’d find an orange and white daffodil bouquet in the kitchen and a pen and paper on the shelf in the corner of the living room, ready to be written on just for him, for him to find the next day on his doorstep. Tonight was the night he was going to be yours, he would fall head over heels for you. 

You glanced over at him next to you on the couch. A content smile on his face as you guys watched tv together. “Sunoo, I have to tell you something” he looked over at you, raising one eyebrow and a small smile on his face “what’s up y/n?” You sat up to the edge of the cushion, your brows knitted together as you sighed. “I really like you, like really like you… no I love you” He stared at you, expression not changing as you confessed your undying love for him. “Do you like me too?” You almost looked desperate and he wasn’t sure what to think. “I like spending time with you, yes. You’re a good person” you nodded, sliding your hand onto his thigh. “I love spending time with you too, and I want to show you how much I care for you” he shook his head slightly “show me how?”  You immediately fell to your knees and crawled in between his legs. 

“Y/n, what are you doing?” you laid your head on his thigh “let me show you how much I love you Sunoo, please” He looked down at you with complete confusion on his face, but he didn’t say anything, or stop you. “I want to touch you, I want to show you pleasure. I love you Sunoo” You peered up at him as he looked down at you “you want to-“ you didn’t wait for him to finish “Yes! Please let me!” Your hands ran up his thighs and to the button of his jeans. He leaned back into his spot on the couch more, seemingly allowing you to do as you wanted. You quickly unbuttoned his jeans and moved to the zipper, undoing it slowly. He lifted his hips slightly and watched as you pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. His semi hard cock coming free and you just stared at it. He wasn’t big but he also wasn’t small by any means. Every part of him was perfect, just like you imagined. You took him in your hand, stroking a couple times and watching the precum collect on his tip. Swiping your thumb across, spreading the liquid all around.  You brought your finger to your mouth sucking it clean, humming at the taste and causing you to roll your eyes back. You needed to have his cum in your mouth, you needed to taste him. 

You opened your mouth, taking all of him with one go, a gasp leaving his throat. His hand immediately found your head and tangled in your hair, gripping tightly. You hollowed out your cheeks and started sucking harder, taking in his whole length and gagging as he hit the back of your throat. Letting out soft whimpers around him, he whined at the vibration and began moving your head at a quicker pace so you could suck quicker. 

Sunoo was in heaven, the feeling of your wet, soft mouth wrapped around him was incredible. His breathing became uneven as he gripped your head in between both of his hands, encouraging you to move faster and faster. He was close, very close. He looked down at you, tears streaming down your face and thighs squeezed together. You could feel his cock start to pulse, knowing his orgasm was coming soon. 

His mouth opened slightly as he let out rough breaths. “Shit y/n, I’m gonna cum” you moaned at his words as you watched him start to shudder, his grip on your head tightening. Throwing his head back, he whined as he knew he was seconds away from coming. He cocked his head to the side, looking off into the room, he knew looking at you would push him over the edge and he wanted this pleasure to last as long as it could.  

His eyes met a small shelf in the corner and he scanned over it to try and distract himself. As you gagged once more, that was it and he began spilling out inside your mouth with loud whimpers. His eyes never left the shelf though, he couldn’t figure out if he was seeing straight after his orgasm tore through him. You finally pulled your mouth away and swallowed. Just as you thought, he tasted incredible. You stood up as you licked your lips clean and approached Sunoo. But he wasn’t paying attention to you anymore, he rubbed his eyes once more before realizing he was in fact seeing things right. The yellow butterfly note paper. His eyes widened as he stood up quickly, pulling up his pants and boxers. His eyes moved between the paper and you a few times before he took a step away from you. “Y/n.. are you-“ You pouted at him “Sunoo, I never meant to scare you. I was just too shy to tell you things in person but I wanted you to know how much I loved you!” You took another step toward him and he backed away immediately, holding a hand out to stop you “do not come near me. I confided in you about all the things that had been happening, I trusted you. I told you all about how scared I was and you continued to leave stuff at my door after the fact! You-you’re insane!” You slumped your shoulders “but Sunoo, I love you. Don’t you love me too? Didn’t I make you feel good?” His wide eyes looked at you in pure horror as he slowly backed away to the door. “Are you leaving? Don’t leave me please! Don’t you see? I’m doing this all for you. Oh Sunoo, I love you!” His mouth sat open slightly, shock prominent in his scared eyes. “I’m leaving y/n” You threw your arms down to your sides and tears started to pool in your eyes. “Sunoo, please don’t go. I have one more thing for you” He nodded slowly “what?” You smiled and held up your finger “one sec”. You turned away and skipped to the kitchen, grabbing his flowers and walking back over to him. “These for you!” He swallowed hard “I don’t want those” You walked closer to him, cornering him. “Take them Sunoo” Your smile faded “take them because they’re your favorite and you love me” He took a deep breath and reached for the flower bouquet. “I knew you loved me” you let out a small giggle. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow” you smiled and he nodded “I’ll see you”. You watched as he opened your door and bolted out of your apartment. 

You sighed happily. You knew he loved you.